I, um, actually think those are kind of nifty.

Hmm... I think it'd be kinda' cool - if it was some random cat I didn't know. But I think I'd be kinda' creeped out if it was my cat.

Or maybe I just don't want to think about his mortality. Maybe I'd feel differently once he was, um... departed.

Ikea

we were there

They were out of what we went for. But we got something to organize the closet/clothes better. We spent money. My DS and BIL , who came mostly just to wander - spent about 30 more dollars than we did.

We have now spent 2 hours working in the bedroom.

I am beat.

The swivel rocker that I thought had a solid bottom has a hole in it that is 7-8" in diameter.

Heh. I drove across country with a cat. It took about five days. We'd sneak her into hotel rooms at night. One morning we couldn't find her, which was weird as we knew she hadn't left the hotel room. Turned out she'd crawled through a hole in the bottom of the box-spring mattress.

SailAweigh, I'm an anthropologist too! Or used to be. Is there a new secret handshake now?

I lost Gilda in the box-spring within hours of bringing them home. Then I lost both of them under the dresser. I think Rosie is getting to big to fit under the dresser, now.

Hotel rooms often have those beds that seem solid to the floor all the way around except for the couple of feet closest to the headboard. Petri was good at finding those, but shaking the treat container always brought him out.

....and in the incredible roller coaster weekend, we just had a crappy late afternoon and early evening.

I was cracking a dish towel at Emmett (he had a pillow up in defense and I was popping the pillow) and the towel snaked around and got him good. Stinging pain and a lovely welt. Tears and guilt just before JZ's Mom arrived. Then we went out and he was quiet and withdrawn - which sucked because JZ's Mom had ventured into the city just to see him.

Stopped at the magic shop which is next to the ginger cake place and had to deny Emmett's umpteenth request for handcuffs. Pouting which cake could not alleviate. A return trip to the magic shop and he was desultory and still pouty about the handcuffs when he got a novelty toy. On the way home JZ's Mom wanted to check out a bookstore. More sullenness at this imposition. Then he wiped out on his scooter.

I talked to him about the moodiness, but that brought on tears and I didn't have the heart to press it since I'm still feeling guilty about the towel-pop which is exactly where the afternoon went sour.

He's now retreated to his room with the door closed which is a rare occurrence.

Fuckety. One step forward and two steps back.

Zenkitty, I never actually worked as an anthropologist, just got my B.A. in it. If there was/is a secret handshake I can't say I ever knew of it.

Hec, shit happens. This is a good time for Emmett to learn that. I'm sure you guys will get it worked out to the better.

AW David, sucky days and moodiness are draining for everyone and unfortunately don't even always have a reason. I am not looking forward to teenage years. I know I will be getting it from both sides, cause my Mom and Dad will just love to remind me what a charmer I was at that age.

I have a sternum on display on my living room. But I think the cat skeletons are beyond where I'd go.

I don't think I'm getting the same DVIs as you guys. Or I'm napping through the B stories.

FTR, Urth Caffe rocks for people watching, but that nagging feeling that you should know the very able-looking guys who parked their Rolls in the handicapped spot can get distracting.

I had another nice day today, in SF with Juliana. First we went to a massive street fair in China Town, then had very good Chinese food, and then watched a movie, and now I am home and temporarily vegging out before I do some chores.