While walking the dog tonight at 11:15 pm, I was cruised. I mean the car slowed, pulled over beside me and the dog, and the guy had his window open and tried to talk to me. Of course I laughed and kept walking. Trust me, I am not the kind of person you'd cruise, even on a Sunday. Especially not on dog walks when I'm in tight sweats (not the glamorous kind - more the kind that show I have ... norweigan hips and ass), a sports bra, a t-shirt I've used for painting, with my hair tied in a greasy ponytail. I have no idea what in the heck the guy thought he was doing. Domino, luckily, was completely unperturbed (which in my book is better than having her freak out).
I'm very glad I figured out how to deal with the remotes before Neil left for LA, otherwise I'd feel cut off at the knees. A whole media center and no one to play with it - it would probably end up feeling neglected too.
