No Whining Allowed

I only have fragments of thoughts running around in my brain this morning. Probably because I was up late. Here are a few, in no order at all.

 The Ab-Cat went to the show to see James Bond with her friends, Lauren and Autumn. And they all came back for a chat after with The Boy and I after. I love those kids. All of them.

The Boy was lounging on the couch, icing and elevating his impressively large  calf. He had worked earlier in the evening and it was killing  him. He even measured it again to find it was 2 centimeters larger than it had been. BUT, I must tell you that he had not taken any Tylenol, you know the wonder drug? When he measured it again a short time later, it was a much happier 3 centimeters smaller.

I told you I would post a picture of my new hairdo. It is a lot shorter, and I am happy about that. Unfortunately, it has been raining ever since I had it cut. Which is not helpful when you straighten your hair.

I believe that I have mentioned in the past that I have had some strange things sent my way from our friendly neighborhood search engine. They do not ever fail to amuse me. A recent selection are:

Search	Views
funny cats	2
capri k no whinning	2
“stinky dog”	1
cat whining and picking all night	1
ripped jeans no panties

and yesterday, was my favorite:

And all this time, I thought Honey had made that little “in” up! At least I HOPE that is what they were looking for, because otherwise, EWWW.

 I have to tell you something. I pulled a muscle in my calf. And if you were thinking that it is just sympathy pains for The Boy, you would be wrong. Because I know exactly how I did it. It happened during my elaborate imitation , for Capri Deb, of how The Boy is walking these days.