ooo raq. the sadest thing.. you can't explain to a baby. poor little thing and poor mom. a trying time.

I would suggest scotch - but I am not sure who it would be best for...

I'm clearly going to have to rethink my drinking habits...and maybe develop some.

I tried to nap on the couch, with the baby sitting with toys between me and the back of the couch. That was going fine until the cat jumped up and laid on me. Mallory, who loves the kitty beyond all else, grabbed a double handful of cat ass - and then bit it.

I suppose it's fortunate that he aimed for the furry part, and not the leather cheerio, but I've been cleaning cat hair out of his mouth while he giggles, and am unimpressed.

The cat is still in shock.

Oh Raq, I'm sorry you're having such a difficult time tonight, but that made me laugh and laugh. I startled the cats and caused them to run right into the wall. They look a bit put out at the moment.

Mallory, who loves the kitty beyond all else, grabbed a double handful of cat ass - and then bit it.

Heh!

HEE!

Sorry, I've been struggling to keep Lillian from eating the cats for weeks now, so this amused me to no end. I should watch what I find funny. I just know that one of these days, she'll wriggle close enough for a mouthful of catbutt.

(back from a nap, after R took over Mal-watching)

No, it was funny. Except to Legion. He just looked at me in shock, as if to say, "It BIT me!!!"

Cat and baby relations are not really what I expected, from the cat anyway. He tolerates closeness, and some petting attempts, and has never raised paw to the baby even when royally ticked (or hurt, as when Mal fell onto him). He verbally reprimands, and occasionally stalks off in a huff, but that's about it. He doesn't like the baby, but is starting to get the sense that it could grow into a simian, and thus be a source of pets and food.

...aaaannd R is losing what goodwill he gained by giving me crap about having a soda before noon (11:45). He has weird life rules.

I need to be sleeping right now. I slept two hours tonight and my alarm is going to go off in an hour, but I can't sleep.

sj is, I believe, working at Victoria's Secret now. Where I thought they required you to wear Way Too Much Makeup, but maybe that's just been the personal choice of everyone I've seen working there.

Yes, I am. So far too much makeup is not part of the dress code, but yes it does seem that way sometimes.

Then, I think it is good that sj is going to work there, to show them the error of their ways for I've never seen her wear too much make-up. The thing she does do is wear just enough to emphasize her best points, a tactic that is obviously underused by the other employees of VS.

Thank you for the compliment. I grew up in the town for too much make up and too big hair. I try to be a little more conservative than that, but I do tend toward brighter colors, ect.

Just had a speech therapist visit. Aidan was a total prat, with lots of shouting and kicking; and Kara kept rooting in the woman's bag, swiping stuff, and shouting in the therapist's face. Not one of our stellar events.

{{{Deena}}}

I'm going as a 50s housewife. Cherry dress, pearls, white gloves, apron, fishnets, pumps, redredred lipstick and nails

Teppy, take pictures!

{{{Raq}}} Sorry about the separation anxiety. I hope it eases soon.

Dude, it's soda, not a martini.

Sometimes, I get shit for chewing too loud.

Partners are weird, yo.

Dude, it's soda, not a martini.

Sometimes, I get shit for chewing too loud.

Partners are weird, yo.

There's not enough WROD in the world sometimes.

Raq, sorry about the separation anxiety. I hate that part, too. I get it now, only louder and more insistent when I'm trying to do something and O's shaking a baby gate and yelling his head off. Sometimes I handle it better than others.

I HATE waking up at 4:30--it's not the baby this time, it's me. *sigh*

Ugh, Cash. It sucks beyond the telling.

So does the insomnia. Do I even bother going to bed?