Creepy...

Okay, I'm house/pet sitting and I keep hearing this scratching noise. Ella (the incontinent, neurotic dog) doesn't hear it but I do and it's creeping me out.

I owe people e-mail but it's hard to post because Sarah (the owner of the incontinent, neurotic dog) doesn't have a computer chair. No, she has has straight backed dining room chair that, while decorative, makes my butt feel like it's in a vice. And not in a good way.

The scratching continues.

I took FandomNiece to see "Twilight" and will post wank later. I will say that the movie is much better than the book which is kind of like saying that eating dog poop is far superior to eating cat poop.

Note to Stephanie Meyer: Watch Hitchcock movies to learn how to make a proper movie cameo. He did it right.  You=Epic Fail.

FandomNiece's boyfriend gave her a Rukia sword for their one month anniversary. Awww.

I think the scratching is coming from a metal leaf wreath on the door. At least, I hope it is.

90% of this house is from Pottery Barn. I'm not kidding. I feel like I'm trapped in a catalog.

More later.