Krav those migraine terrorists, dammit! Good for you, ita.

In the email message that accompanied the gift I gave my brother, I wrote a really bad (and I mean really really bad. My almost 5 year old nephew could do better) stupid variation on the birthday song (involved telling him he belongs in a zoo.)

Anyway, he started laughing so hard when he read it, I couldn't understand him. It wasn't that it was clever, it was that it "was so pathetically bad!"

I'm oddly proud of this. Mainly because it made him laugh.

Go ita! And maybe you'll have the post-drinking migraine free tomorrow.

I need cookies. I don't have any cookies. (Don't feel sorry for me. The reason I don't have cookies is because I ate all the cookies I baked last week.)

However, I do have ice cream to eat snuggled in front of a blazing fire, because it snowed! The SO & I have a personal tradition we established the first year we were married where we eat ice cream to celebrate the first snow of the season.

This morning when the SO was driving in from NM, it was pouring down rain. As soon as he got here it turned to snow. We're supposed to get three more days of it. Good for the trades here; it's a tourist town. Phoenix & Tucson residents in the summer and skiers and snowboarders in the winter.

You & your SO are adorable, Liese.

It's funny, we're in a bit of a drought here, but it doesn't tweak me. Maples still green, mostly. Reservoirs still have water, just low. However, hearing that the west is finally getting some wet is like, so huge. I'm programmed as a desert dweller. A drought here means things are a green with a tinge of brown. Where I come from, it means things are brown or on fire and water rationing means the difference between working taps and not. And the reservoirs are empty and you can see the buildings that were abandoned when they dammed the valley.

My cat Clio decided to jump into the tree tonight. Surprisingly only three ornamanments broke (though many more fell off the tree). I was actually more worried that Clio might have hurt herself, but she's fine. She totally knew that she did something wring though, she kept running away from me when I tried to check her out.

Not laughing, Sue, no I'm not. Must've been a sight.

Only one of my parents' cats climbed the tree. The rest were content to attack the cat-proof ornaments we hung near the base (fabric and styro we wouldn't miss) or considered the tree an alien invader to be avoided.

Not laughing, Sue, no I'm not. Must've been a sight.

Only one of my parents' cats climbed the tree.

Well that was the funny thing, she didn't try to climb the tree, it was like she was trying to jump over the branches on one side. Except, since the tree is in a corner, there was nowhere to go but in (and through) the branches.

Of course, she's now lying on the desk beside me, purring. It's no skin off her nose.

It was her grand adventure!

Sometimes Devi tries to jump onto things that don't hold her. I laugh. A lot.

I just hope she doesn't try again until she succeeds!

we had a tree one year, but after we had it up and before we put up decorations, our cat slithered up into it and wouldn't come out. We tried to put up ornaments, and he knocked them off the branches. We liked the idea of a cat tree and let him keep it. It was fun to have people sitting there and staring at our bare tree, then jumping when the tree rustled.