Feet on a Floor!

Ah, another weekend, another blogstalking project. Chunky, Bezzie's kidlet, has instructed us to shoot our feet. Easier said than done, but alright. Let's try. Umm...Ripple isn't being very cooperative. Yeah, Morris doesn't look too thrilled either. He's grumpy. Why? Well, He's Morris. That, and this: Does the tooth fairy visit cats? I found these this morning. They're his bottome eye teeth. Poor boy. We've got an appointment with the Vet on monday to make sure there's no infection and to see if the roots need to be removed as well. Thank God I work for yarn 'cause after Monday, I don't think I'll be buying any for a while. Anyway, back to the feet. Raise your paw if you're sure! Ripple was very resistant to the feet shots. I at least was able to use a timer. And all you people into foot fetishes that have already viewed this photo on flickr - even though it's been uploaded for all of 2 minutes - hope this gets your rocks off. Oooh! Size 9! Sexxay! Finally, with a little bit of a vise-like grip between my calves, I got feet and paws in the same pic! I'm so cool. Heh. And thanks to Chunky, I finally removed the chipped nail polish off my toes that's been there since the wedding on the 12th. Phew! Thanks for the prodding Chunky! In other news, last night, after having a couple beers at the pub, I wandered over to the yarn shop, as one would do if their pub was located next to a yarn shop, and ran into my friend Tvini. Me, being the fun tipsy girl that I can be, convinced her to spontaneously go to a movie! Yay! No, I didn't drive. I let her drive my car since for me to ride in hers would have required entirely too much work. Geez, woman, clean out your car! Don't you have, like, a family? Heh. Anyway. So she drove my car and promptly went about 3 exits too far down 485. Hee hee. And she thought I was drunk. Looks who's laughing now! Ha ha! We were going to go see Pretty Woman playing at a new fancy schmancy theater that you can eat and drink at and all that lovely stuff. Well, since by the time we got turned around and back on track, it was half an hour past it's showing, we ended up at the next closest theater to see what we could see. Now, originally I was trying to get her to see Snakes on a Plane with me. But she was so not interested in that it was unreal. Well. We went and saw Snakes on a Plane. Heh. And we absoluetly loved it! It was the best bad movie I have ever seen! She gives a better review of it HERE and to her credit, owns up to the missing the exit by a longshot thing. She even sent me an e-mail from Samuel L. Jackson that was entirely too funny. You too can get a personal e-mail from him at the website http://snakesonaplane.com it is too funny!