Mom had a cat that loved leather. She would find any pair of leather shoes or purse and then rub herself up on it, flop down, and start writhing in ecstasy on whatever it was. If it was a purse she'd wrap the strap around her and lick it.

Which was funny to watch, but also a little embarassing when it was a guests purse that was being fondled.

I always thought Runaway Bunny was a timeless classic, but Isaac's version may be even more allergy-inducing than the original.

The shoes and boots that are in regular rotation live on the bedroom floor, in front of the dresser or the shoe armoire. The shoes and boots that are NOT in regular rotation live in the shoe armoire. I do keep a pair of shoes at work, but they're my walking/exercise shoes. They're black & pink ballet flats by Vans.

I have one of those storage benches right by the door, so the shoes go in there.

Or rather, they go on the floor by the door until the clutter starts to bother me and then all get crammed inside.

But in theory they live in the bench by the door.

I have a sixty-page document that I have to review for double-spacing after periods and use of serial commas. I'm searching for a way to blame this on you guys.

Re: Expensive commutes

Yeah, as a percentage of incomes, LA's curve is all whacked out. I think we also have a fairly large percentage of people in the city who work non-standard jobs and hours, thus their commutes are not necessarily during the worst of rush hour. Also, while not as useful as public transportation in some other cities, our public transportation here is still pretty extensive.

For public tranportation reasons alone, I was very much NOT expecting NYC to be on the list (which it wasn't, of course).

Isn't Runaway Bunny the creepy stalker one? I like Isaac's version much better.

I have decided that it's the weather that is making me cranky today, because I am not the only one in the office who feels like this.

"Are you my mommy bunny?"

There's a book out there with a llama mama in it. I was reading it to J but kept getting distracted into, "Llama, llama, llama!" so I don't really remember what it actually said.

Same cat will attempt to eat Pete's head on a regular basis, as if he were a human Tootsie Roll Pop.

Nom nom nom! Pete has a flavor!

But how many licks does it take to reach the spicy brains center of the Pete flavored Tootsie Roll Pop?

Mom had a cat that loved leather. She would find any pair of leather shoes or purse and then rub herself up on it, flop down, and start writhing in ecstasy on whatever it was.

One of my cats loves leather. Loves to scratch it! He never does it to shoes, but coats and bags don't fare well. I will never have leather furniture as long as that cat lives.