Poor Mister Kitty.

Happy Belated Birthday to Matt and Cash.

My parents are here. They drove me back from visiting on Thanksgiving so they could see my aunt. My dad is 80 and seems to get very confused when driving in this city, so I am a little stressed about them getting to my aunt's this morning. (I took my dad along the route from my house to the bridge he needs to take to get to my aunt's, but I don't think it help.)

Poor Mr. Kitty. I hope all goes well with him.

Feel better, Mr. Kitty!!

ION, rumor has it that someone likes camels here, right? Well, here's a very well accessorized camel: [link]

It's from the awesome blog riotclitshave, which is a sort-of pun on "right click - save". (Currently it is worksafe, unless you scroll to the bottom.)

aw hope Mr. Kitty is okay!

Cat-leidoscope (A kaleidoscope large enough for a cat to sit inside.)

I dunno - kitty looks concerned that s/he's morphed into dozens of kitties....

Argh -- I just learned I fucked up some federal paperwork that was supposed to have been done a few weeks ago. Bah.

Argh -- I just learned I fucked up some federal paperwork that was supposed to have been done a few weeks ago. Bah.

That's what probably set off the worldwide financial crisis.

Very, very dirty. And scurrilous. Hec would love it.

Scurrilous and dirty, that's me.

Among the tasks awaiting me when I arrive at work today: dragging a 27 liter bottle of wine down to the cellar using a little red wagon. (Also a 15L bottle, 4 9L bottles, several 6L bottles and about 12 3L bottles.)

Argh -- I just learned I fucked up some federal paperwork that was supposed to have been done a few weeks ago. Bah.

I double down on your "Bah."

27 liter bottle of wine

Don't drink it all at once.

Poor Jesse.

I told my boss this damned well better be a case of a $500 hairball. He probably thinks I'm insane.

With the diabetes, I just can't fool around.