It seems awfully strange that no one’s viewed my albums yet. Before there were viewings every day.

What the hell’s going on out there? There’s this one dog in particular that’s been yipping nonstop that I can even hear in the house. And loud enough so that I had to put the fan on so as not to be distracted when reading. I’ve heard this dog before too, but fortunately, it isn’t very often I hear it. I’m just glad we’re not in the trailer right now!

Tom said it was quiet all day while I slept. No music, no ATVs, no nothing.

I forgot to mention that when we first arrived at the casino, I was telling Mary about the truck vibes I had had, asking if Tom had ever told her I was psychic and was surprised to find that he had.

The lady rats are now living in Tom’s office. I asked him if he knew what he wanted for Christmas and he said he thought he knew what he wanted, but that I’d be annoyed. That’s when he came out and told me he wanted them in there in the old cage. At first I was like, can’t you think of something else? But after he left for work, I thought about it and realized I could set up the old cage in such a way that not even scrawny Little Ratsy could get out of and so I did. That’ll be his surprise when he gets in, cuz he thinks he’ll have to get up earlier to chicken wire the outer walls of the cage.

I swear it’s his obsession with being different and disagreeing with me. If I loved these rats, he wouldn’t be as eager to be so fond of them. Maybe he doesn’t consciously realize it, but I swear he lives to be different. I’ve always sensed this in him, as if he too, wants to rebel against society in general. He may, for example, truly dislike coffee like he says he does, but I think a part of him is glad that this is so since most people do like it. And I still think to this day that more than likely, our past sex life was like it was cuz he didn’t want to be “normal,” he didn’t want a kid, and he did like to tease me about that and the cumming, too. I know my lack of desire has nothing to do with his lack of desire. I think that it’s partly because he naturally has a near-zero appetite to begin with, and it could also be partly due to knowing there’d be nothing to tease me over like I said before. If we were having sex right now, I’d want everything I didn’t want in the past. I’d want it quick, one-sided and dry. Dry meaning with his not cumming. I know fate’s fate, but why mess the sheets up if he’s just as happy not to?

Anyway, 95% or more of the guy is just wonderful. That’s why I married him!

We ordered the rat mug earlier. Unfortunately, and like most companies, they don’t use UPS. It ended up costing less than I thought. Only $12.91. I figured it’d be closer to $15 with shipping. They say it’s coming priority mail which means it’s supposed to be here in 2-3 days, but you know how hit or miss it is with the PO. It’ll probably take a week or two, as long as they don’t misdeliver it.

As I was looking in the mirror I realized that I’m quite fortunate to have almost no wrinkles for my age. I know I look younger as it is, but imagine how much younger I’d look without the fat and the gray hair! Well, I’m going to be losing the fat, but I don’t know how soon I’ll get around to dying my hair. It really does a number on it. Fortunately, it’s not too fried, though. Not nearly as shot as it was before the 14” cut in ’99. I think that ended up being more like a 16” cut, though, after he evened it out!

Last night I surprised myself by making a couple of doll dresses. I took an old royal purple shirt with stretchy knit-like material and made a sleeveless dress for Tyler that only goes over one shoulder. It hangs to her mid-calves. Then I made a mid-thigh length one for the Barbie-sized dolls.

I started by placing Tyler onto the material and tracing around her. When I realized it was too small, I traced around the original lines I drew, leaving more of a gap. Then I cut a matching piece and sewed both pieces together. I considered adding accents of some kind, be it beads or whatever, but then I added a blue sash instead. This so-called sash was actually from an old dancing costume of mine. It gathered a top’s material between the boobs, fastened by Velcro.

I shall show both Mom and Mary pictures, and of course, that’s my pal Mary I’m talking about.