Cats are stupid.
Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns
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.
Also wrong? My stupid cat who insisted I wake up at 7 this morning.
My dogs are early risers. They usually wake me up between 5 and 6 AM. Unfortunately, I can't ignore them because one is diabetic and needs a fairly strict every 12 hour schedule, and that's what works for us. They didn't wake me up this morning, though. The phone rang at 5:02. It was work. I told them yesterday I couldn't work today.
I'm packed, vacuumed and now I need to eat something. Then off I go in the next hour or so. Whee!
Whee!
Safe travels, sarameg.
Have a good trip!!
I was woken up by my 80 lb dog getting into bed with me. don't know what possessed him, but he took up the whole end of the bed and i just can't sleep like that. at least it wasn't the buttcrack of dawn though.
what to eat for breakfast?
I had a long post that disappeared when I had to reboot my computer to get my network connection back.
To sum up, Emmett and Matilda are cute, minor league baseball last night was fun though very different from the major league variety, and it's too bad last night's splendidly named outfielder, Wellington Dotel, has basically no chance of ever playing in the Show, because all of the current Mariners except Yuniesky Betancourt are so prosaically named by comparison.
I had a slice of wheat bread with a slice of jalapeno yogurt cheese melted on it. It was yummy.
I was woken up at the buttcrack of dawn, but now i get to shoot the waker upper in the neck and go back to bed.
The problem with a dog that big climbing onto the bed with you is that (aside from being ginormous, pushy space hogs), just their breathing shakes the bed.
Bed at 3, up at 6, out for coffee at 7, random fic for a couple of hours since then, and now I do believe it's nap time.
I was woken up by a call telling me I'm teaching on my own today. Which I was totally expecting, even though she wasn't expecting to make it. And then my mother called.
Not sleepy, although I was expecting a Percocet hangover since I took a bunch not that long ago. Fuck, last night was painful.
I'm trying to work out sensible grocery shopping for this coming week, so my mother and sister wouldn't starve to death in my absence. But then I go to the supermarket and taste aged cheddar with fig spread and fall in love with that.