msbelle, try one or all of these things: dip your hands into dry catfood and pet both cats, maximizing catfood crumb spread. OR wipe both down with catnip, unless that makes them paranoid little terrorists. OR wipe mentholatum under their noses. OR tuna water spritzers for both. The last will stink, but if it gets them washing each others ears, that's good. Tomorrow, I will find the Two Lumps series on the vet visit for you. Sounds an awful lot like your situation.
I taped all my tv tonight. My back was flipping out and I just didn't want to watch tv. One dose of tivo, and now I'm envious. Not right.
Did manage to roast a chicken, with lemon and rosemary. Sadly, not for tonight's dinner, as it takes too long.
I should go to bed.
Fair point ita, but still kind of sad that that is true.
I don't get why it's sad, though--heating my back is only attractive when it makes me feel better. When it makes me feel worse, it's a bad thing.
Any localistas want to do trivia in Santa Monica next week?
I totally want to go and chant FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!
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LONDON, Dec. 7 - The playwright Harold Pinter turned his Nobel Prize acceptance speech on Wednesday into a furious howl of outrage against American foreign policy, saying that the United States had not only lied to justify waging war against Iraq but had also "supported and in many cases engendered every right-wing military dictatorship" in the last 50 years.
"The crimes of the United States have been systematic, constant, vicious, remorseless, but very few people have actually talked about them," Mr. Pinter said. "You have to hand it to America. It has exercised a quite clinical manipulation of power worldwide while masquerading as a force for universal good. It's a brilliant, even witty, highly successful act of hypnosis."
Hmm, I don't know if we've supported
every
right-wing military dictatorship in the last 50 years - I mean, there must be a few we haven't supported....
I don't get why it's sad, though--heating my back is only attractive when it makes me feel better. When it makes me feel worse, it's a bad thing.
Because there shouldn't be things generally considered good (or really any things) that make you feel worse.
Aversion therapy! That's how I don't miss ice cream or milkshakes at all!
Just figured out my brother told my mom about the whole SIL being pissed with me thing. I wish he hadn't. Mom takes these things to heart and that's just not right. I mean, I've decided I'm going to greet my SIL with a sweet "Get over it bitch," a laugh and a hug and if she can't take a joke, whatever, it's on her. Mom, in the meantime, has recinded her hopes to have the grandchild visit solo in the hopes of familial harmony. NOT RIGHT.
Want to slap someone. Not sure who.
Ugh. Sarameg, it's clear. you want to slap SIL. Poor you and poor brother.
Thank you, ita. Looks fun!
Nicole, you live in a cold place. You should look into the heater thing.
Heh. Yeah, the cold drive after work today kept me from stopping for a trip through the mall for an outfit for this weekend. Lack of heat in my vehicle is RUINING MY WEEKEND PLANS TO LOOK GOOD! Must be remedied. Unless, of course, the heat fix is too costly. Then I'll just have to skip the two holiday parties on Saturday. Damn 'formal' requirements.
Well, and my brother, for passing it on to mom. Partly, I'm not surprised, as he and she are very close, to the point where I don't think he's aware that he has a certain resiliance she doesn't. Or not resiliance.... thick skin. Stubborness. Duckback.
SIL really needs to grow up, though. You were so so right. I have a certain amount of patience (thinks on midtwenties. Erases mind) but this is silly. I've stopped worrying the way I did at first (mostly, as this post shows I do still fret), but I suspect I may be in the doghouse for a bit, because I intend to say every damned thing that comes to mind, not out of meaness or spite, just plain old honesty. The thing is, when I want to be nonconfrontational, I'm pretty damned frustrating to engage. I give no rope, and grab no rope. Too...nice or something, without relenquishing. Even my dad, the king of persnickity, says so. Hell, he should. I learned it out of boredom with arguing.
Though, I think I'll throw in a threat to take the kid to Disney or something, just to get a rise. I'm not that nice.
