Heh, I was just playing the animal noises from YouGottaGo for Chumley, and he was looking around for the other kitties, dogs, cows, et cetera.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Not while you're dipping Ozzie's ass in clay and baking it with a blowdryer and using him as a paperweight. No. You never do jager shots when you're claymating your cat. That is true. I apologize for the implication. No jager while doing cat pottery.
Now that's just a weird thing to make up about someone, isn't it?
do believe that David is a troublemaker and a liar. Not to say that Perkins does not pick on me and ita, because THAT she surely does.
a) Yay
b) Only in self defense
Actually, in about 5 minutes I have to load Ozzie into a crate and take him to the vet to see what's been making him so mean lately.
The Claymation is beginning to sound more fun.
Um, Perkins? Did you sleep last night? Oh, PS: I wore the awesome shoes I got from you yesterday, and they continue to be awesome.
I am totally sitting on my ass ALL DAY TODAY. OK, except for doing some housecleaning, which is fairly dire at this point, and grocery shopping, which really needs doing.
Perkins, make sure they look at Ozzie's teeth -- 'cavities' can make cats hurty and cross, for sure.
I went to the farmer's market and got eggs from my favourite place, butter from the Mennonites and really good pain au chocolat, so I'm declaring it the best day ever, even though I've since been caught in two downpours.
I wish I had really good pain au chocolat because I am sure that once you're home having made some lovely coffee it would be just the think to eat while watching it rain from the comfort of your sofa.
I did sleep, yes.
I didn't see the teeth thing in time, Theodosia, but since I am now convinced that the vet I saw this morning is utterly worthless, I suspect I will be finding another one soon.
In the mean time, Ozzie is back in growling mode, though I think it is going to pass fairly quickly this time.
Woke up at 7, decided that was way too early and went back to sleep. Phone call woke me up - the delivery people are 10 min. away, am I ready? UM no. (In my head I think it must be like 9 or 10 and they aren't supposed to be here until 1).
Look at clock, it is 12:15. They say they can do another delivery near me instead.
SO I am up and cleaning what needs cleaning for all the boxes o' furniture to fit in my place.
I need to get rid of some more stuff, stat.