*watching the ratties play on my bed*

Okay...Thistle is stalking Davy. Yup, she's my namesake all right.

Puck is hitting on Pooka. Ooo, little hooded rat *likes* the older women, yea!

*goes over to bed, watches Davy run away in fear, lets Pooka, Puck and Thistle give love to their rat mommmy, laughs at Davy still sitting on the far side of the bed, just watching*

I named him so well. ^___^

Also? I had a spending spree yesterday. My mom spent the night Friday night, and yesterday we went to Grapevine Mills. Duuuude, Grapevine Mills is my mall, man. So we hit Casual Corner Annex, which had a big ass clearance room in the very back. And then we found out that everything was half off the clearance prices.

I got 5 sweaters and 2 skirts and a bracelet for $37. 'm very happy. ^^ Winter is well taken care of, or at least has a real jump start.

(*dies laughing* Okay, Pooka is a jealous bitch. Puck was paying too much attention to Thistle, so Pooka grabbed him by an ear and dragged him away. Now what was she jealous of? PUCK paying attention to Thistle, or Puck paying attention to THISTLE. I still say Thistle is her bitch. Heee...and Puck is such a playa*)

(*Okay, now Pooka is dragging Thistle around. Rotten rat dominatrix*)

Also, the mall had CRABBIES! And I actually picked one up! I picked a BIG one up! ^__^ He came right out of hiding in his shell and just started crawling all over me. He was the sweetest thing. I wanted to take him home so bad. =( *sigh* My apartment just isn't temperature friendly towards crabbies, though.

Also picked up a used copy of Bruce Campbell's autobiography, and thought I was going to have to fight the girl ringing me up for it. Hee! That would have been fun. She was awfully cute. I could have gotten gropes in. >=3

Because there are Texans who read this LJ...

On a tour of the Texas Gulf, the Pope took a couple of days off to visit the coast for some sightseeing. He was cruising along the beach in the Pope-Mobile when there was a frantic commotion just offshore.

A helpless man, wearing a maroon Texas A&M jersey, was struggling frantically to free himself from the jaws of a 25-foot shark. As the pope watched in horror, a speedboat came racing up with three men wearing orange and white UT Longhorn jerseys. One quickly fired a harpoon into the shark's side. The other two reached out and pulled the
bleeding, semiconscious Aggie from the water. Then, using long clubs, the three beat the shark to death and hauled it, too, into the boat. Immediately the Pope shouted and summoned them to the beach. "I give you my blessings for your brave actions," he told them. "I heard that there were some bitter feelings between Aggies and Texas Longhorns, but now I have seen with my own eyes that this is not true."

As the Pope drove off, the harpooner asked his buddies, "Who was that?"

"It was the Pope," one replied, "He is in direct contact with God and has access to all of God's wisdom."

"Well," the harpooner said, "he may have access to God's wisdom, but he don't know squat 'bout shark fishing. Is the bait holding up OK, or do we need to get us another one?"