Cats, Jax, and the Plastic Princess

Had a good day today. Dropped off the library books, ran to Walmart and bought shoes for Sharky, and then to Dollar Tree to pick up a bunch of bungees.

Saw a real, live busker singing & playing a guitar in front of the DT (corner of Blanding and Jammes). I gave Petunia a dollar to drop into his guitar case. Wasn't charity, he was very good! The best song we heard him play was Shinedown's 45 (see lyrics below). He was very good, almost "Daughtrey" like, as my sons mentioned.

Got home, had lunch, and then packed up the boxes. One box is to my Secret Pal in the AF/WG? and the other box is to another friend. I'm not too original, so the packages are similar but still very different, with extra personal touches. I'm very happy with the way they both turned out. I think I have a gift for gift boxes/baskets? ROFLOL

My dad called to wish Bug a happy birthday (he actually remembered on time). He said he never received my message wishing him a "Happy Father's Day" and informing him that I was going to undergo surgery. *rolls eyes* When I told him that Bug and Barack Obama shared the same birthday, he was horrified and I swear, there will be prayers over that tonight. What a nut. He doesn't seem to understand that I support Obama, I think he's in some serious denial or he thinks that if he prays hard enough, I'll vote for McCain. *dramatic sigh*

Shinedown
45

Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45

Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight

What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart

[CHORUS]

Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe

[CHORUS]