Does he serenade you?

Goodness no! If he does, I'll take him back.

You mean he doesn't know Neil's greatest hits?

I got semiorganized today. After knocking over the carpet shampoo bottle for the kazillionth time, I went out and got one of those 2-drawer plastic things at Target. All my cleaning supplies are in one place, no longer littering my counters, closets and floors. I even covered the fronts with innocuous contact paper so I don't have to see the bottles through the clear plastic. Looks somewhat respectable, even!

Also replaced the shower curtain. So my bathroom stinks, but worth it.

Did a TJ run for bulgoki, naan and palaak paneer. I think I'm going to get some spinach to wilt with the bulgoki. It sounds good.

Most amusing part: neighbor boy S carried all my shit up, in exchange for an extended session with Mister Kitty. His great-aunt ordered him to, but he was still so enthusiastic it made me grin ( he's kinda unemotional to begin with, and I've learned that he's emotionally and educationally delayed by nearly 5 years as a result of being a crack baby, sigh.)

Oh.my.god. I love my cats. Hell, I spoil my cats. My schedule is dictated by the medication schedule of one of them, for crying out loud. I buy the prescription medicine for the same, and don't get the cheapest shit for the other. I even get the other senior formula. If medical needs demanded it, I'd even resort to cooking it myself. But. There was just an ad for Fancy Feast touting "delicate reduction sauce" and "fine herbs, delicately sauteed." Um. It's CATFOOD. They eat dead things and grass and other cat's vomit. They don't have a gourmet palate that requires reduction sauces and sauteed herbs.

You are right on, sarameg.

ION, I spilled chicken soup all over the couch tonight. Thank god I'd just moved the laptop away. But the couch was littered with cds I'm in the process of burning.

I chose to deal with this catastrophe by letting the dog lick the soup off all the cds and going out for drinks. Tomorrow I will drag out the steamer.

What Sarameg said, totally.

eta: Brenda, I hope the soup comes up easily (I got delayed in posting, by my cat. Now, off to shoot up the other one.)

Until I scrolled the rest of the way, I was going to ask if you let the dog clean up the mess....

My parents used to refer to their late dogs as the pre-washers. In the age of dishwashers, made sense though before we had one, I hated it because of the slime. There's no excuse for slime.

Lee, you must get the terminology correct, as to horrify and disturb the unsuspecting. It's "I've got to go shoot the cat."

I think my building's handyman is literally trying to gaslight me. The bulb for the overhead light on my floor's back staircase landing has apparently been replaced with a 25 watter, in contrast to the 100 watts or so of the two lower floors. When I turned at the landing it was like walking into the movie Se7en.

My only comfort is that if Kevin Spacey's serial killer does pop up, I'll be too busy laughing at him for getting his cell phone swiped while "walking his dog" in a park at 2am to be frightened...

Lee, you must get the terminology correct, as to horrify and disturb the unsuspecting. It's "I've got to go shoot the cat."

I use this sometimes too, but I like to keep people asking as to if I am killing the cat, or getting it strung out.