So I got rather freaked out in the office this morning. When I checked the answering machine I got a message that went something like this (spoken in a very quiet and sad sounding woman's voice), "Karen (the lady I replaced), this is Wanda. I don't know if you'd been notified, but Beulah died Saturday night. (Insert something I couldn't make out). Thank Alice for me." I spent about half an hour freaking out that one of my residents had died. I was looking through her file trying to find a contact phone number. I couldn't find anything. I was sitting there hoping someone would call and give me more information or something, when I saw Alice and Beulah walk right into her apartment with some groceries. Who on earth is this deceased Beulah?
Daulton accidently put a fly swatter through the shredder today. He's got an unhealthy fascination with that thing. He wanted to shred a dollar bill, but I convinced him that that would be ridiculous.
Daulton's making friends with the old people. Katie tells him everytime she sees him that his "head sure looks funny with that haircut."
Anna went to her parent's place while I was in the office. I guess several family members were over there. She tells me she got all sweaty and gross scraping off an old dresser with her sister, but I think she still looks super cute. Maybe she'll let me kiss her later.
Project 86 is asking for input on their set-list for their fall tour. They want to knwo what songs we haven't heard live that we would like to hear. The problem is I've seen them nine times over seven years, and I really had a hard time finding songs I hadn't seen live.
The awesome thing about getting pizza is the leftovers. We got pizza Saturday night. I had leftovers yesterday and today. Yum.
Leftovers are the downside of Chinese buffets. You don't get any. Boo.
Howie and Chief are both sleeping on the futon in here. I used a Pledge pet hair sweeper on that futon the other day. I swear I picked up a whole new cat.
Because Anna spent the afternoon with her family, I didn't do much today. I mostly just read.
I did just make a rootbeer float for myself. It was tasty. Be jealous.
I'm going to go give Anna a huge kiss. You can be jealous of that too.
Good morning, Kyrgyzstan.
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