No! You can't have it! It's MINE, ALL MINE I tell you! Muahahahaahahahah! Mine is an evil laugh!
Just kidding. I'm ok, really. Sorry about that. You can have it, vw. It IS darling.
ETA: Ya know, if you start with a close tag and end with the open tag, the coding, she don't work so well.
Hee! You could have one too, WS. All you have to do is learn how to crochet!
Ha! I already know how to crochet. And I used to have a nice collection of straw hats I'd gotten on clearance prices for the purpose of decorating them. And then I moved. Sigh.
Also I don't think I'm up to doing anything as fiddly as crocheting lace. Just don't have the patience for it. I think I have the requisite patience to smash things, though. Got any things you need smashed?
Got any things you need smashed?
Potentially, yes. Hold onto that for a few months. When we move out of this place, there will be plenty to be smashed.
Potentially, yes. Hold onto that for a few months.
This just brings me back to that patience thing again.
If I feed the cats now, they will just expect to be fed again they will expect supper wayyy earlier than I plan to give it them. Aaaaaaand they are BOTH meowing at me. Harvey I can withstand. Maybe not with patience, but I can tell him "Shut up, I'll feed you when it is time!" Sammie? She's harder to say no to, as she is usually not an assertive cat. Unless there is chicken involved, and then?
This just brings me back to that patience thing again.
Hee!
You and me...we can sit over here in the no patience corner.
Caffeine-coated Sugar Bombs!
Ok, I am clearly not having a good brain day. The end of the previous post should be something clever like, "And then? All bets are off."
You and me...we can sit over here in the no patience corner.
Just to be clear on this, protocol in the No Patience Corner? Shouting randomly is ok?
ETA: Also, throwing things?
Smashing things, we've already covered that.
Yes. All those things are ok...actually recommended in the non-patience corner.
Shouts, throws and smashes. Eats, shoots and leaves.
The cats, they are irrational. Go figure. I gave in and fed them, so I could go back to bed sooner. They decided they would prefer to trade food. This is my cue to put their dishes back in the fridge.