"Don't fuck it up". Which is, well, pretty good advice I guess.

More of a directive than advice, really.

I hope it goes/has gone swimmingly Kevin. You have loads of interesting stories to tell, if your pixels here are any indication so, probably not a problem!

I've been thinking that with a bigger place, in a few months, I could adopt a friend for Ruby. I sometimes regret not adopting her sister, but this place is so tiny, and my income meant that it would have been irresponsible to have two cats. When Ruby got sick once, it wiped me out.

Problem: Ruby hates other cats. She hisses and chases them away. But I wonder if a kitten would be okay, because it wouldn't be so threatening. Ruby is shy about other people, but awfully affectionate toward me.

I'd wait about four to six months for Ruby to get used to a new place, with its new noises and smells, so it wouldn't be for awhile, anyway.

I think she'll dig it because there's a whole lot of windows and a balcony where she can hang out.

Some fosterers have a try before you commit policy with adoptable pets.

I was completely ready to get Bartleby a dog of his own when we met Hank the black lab/basset. The two of them were quite the picture. But one visit to Hank' s foster home and one visit here made that prospect moot.

If Ruby could roll around in kittens first, via play dates, she might like the idea of having one of her own more.

I too bumped into the closed Target. Freaked me right the fuck out. Then I tried Jo-Ann's (also closed!) and Lowe's, which thank GOD was open. I mean seriously? I can't handle when my box store chains close on a nice sunny sunday when I'm trying to get stuff done.

FWIW, I've noticed that adult cats have an instinctual aversion to hurting kittens. So if you add a kitten, most likely by the time it grows up to be an Actual Cat, the resident Adult Cat has gotten used to the idea.

Gmail just gave me an ad for this site. I feel very special.

Also, from way earlier, that Food Court Musical was great.

The Michael Stipe YouTube "Announcement" was great. I'm almost done entering, pricing and tagging stuff for the consignment sale. Seriously. WTF? So much work.

Perkins, now I have to wonder what keyword set THAT off.

So, there are these teething biscuits that Noah loves to smear all over himself, his high chair and others eat. Our day care provider is English.

For the past months, I thought they were called "Bit-A-Biscuit" based on her pronunciation. I think I like her name for them better.