and the reason that you sometimes find something in a place where you know you looked before is that the gnomes forgot it in 2:58, but not in 2:59.

Or else that happens when they make a change in the Matrix....

Suzi + Red = Hott

Thirding this comment.

The new cat, Elliot? Is fucking heavy and he tried to push me out of bed last night.

Elliot nees to understand the rules of his new home. No pushing the human out of bed!

The only rule I have is "No walking on the keyboard." Which my cat still breaks sometimes - he'll just walk on it really fast so I don't have the chance to shoo him off.

Cats really have no sense of right and wrong. But they do understand that their actions (such as doing things their humans don't want them to do) can have consequences, and they decide on a case-by-case basis whether it's worth risking the consequences.

There's a great science fiction story about how the entire world is rebuilt every minute, and the reason that you sometimes find something in a place where you know you looked before is that the gnomes forgot it in 2:58, but not in 2:59.

I really hope they have better Configuration Management than any of the development projects I've worked on.

Cats really have no sense of right and wrong. But they do understand that their actions (such as doing things their humans don't want them to do) can have consequences, and they decide on a case-by-case basis whether it's worth risking the consequences.

This is so very true.

Timelies, all.

Our dear departed Puck's favorite rule to break was pouncing on bare ankles in the middle of the night, when one of us got up to go to the bathroom. This happened to me more frequently, since when I was pregnant I got up in the middle of the night to pee all. the. time.

Yup, he decided ankle-biting was worth the risk.

How is it that I felt fabulous when I woke up, and now I hab a code. I sneezed so hard a minute ago that I almost peed my pants.

I don't want a code.

t /whine

Timelies.

Thanks so much for the kind words. I don't often get the chance to get all dressed up like that.

To all the parents of wee ones. I remember those days and we never hired a paid babysitter for either kid. My mom was our only relief but DH not being a social creature meant that we still didn't go out much. It is so cool when they start spending the night with a friend and you can hang out in your own house as adults, not parents.

K-Bug has earned bunches of cash babysitting. She has one family that has 5 kids, so even if the parents aren't trying to go out on their own, she will watch various combinations of the kids. Now that she drives, they have been calling her for "emergency" services - watching the kids when one parent has to leave before the other gets home. It is usually for an hour or less but they pay her extra for showing up at a moment's notice. It works for them and K-Bug doesn't mind...I never could have afforded to do that.

When we did have a paid babysitter it was a 20something son of a friend. He would come and play video games with the boys. For $5 an hour he would goof off at my house. It gave me security to know that if something happened he could drive and stuff. Also, it was less likely he would spend the time on the phone like teen girls. He still stops by to visit and plays with the boys for free.

I don't think I really went anywhere or did anything except with the boys in tow when they were wee.

Off to see the Santa Claus 3 movie with the boys and DH.