I have determined that the Spare Cat is not an affection sponge. She is actually an Affection Mugger who is going to have that affection NOW, no matter what your plans at the moment happen to be.
She must be the twin sister of my cat.
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I have determined that the Spare Cat is not an affection sponge. She is actually an Affection Mugger who is going to have that affection NOW, no matter what your plans at the moment happen to be.
She must be the twin sister of my cat.
Timelies all!
Looks like a lovely day, great for going to the Washington Folk Fest.
Looks like a lovely day here too (but it's cool here by the lake). I am at the same cafe as yesterday, except I'm getting steak and eggs today.
Oh, related to recent conversations, I saw my old boss from grad school yesterday, and he totally hugged me. I would not have gone that way, but I also don't dislike him, so of course I hugged back.
Prom was a very huggy event. I generally feel like I-end-here-you-end-there don't touch me. But I couldn't be a hug-rejector either.
I have put Yo Gabba Gabba on the itouch and Noah is so happy to get Gabba on demand now. Sigh. I feel like an enabler.
I have strong-armed certain people, but only in extreme circumstances.
I'm pretty sure I just saw this woman on an episode of Cash Cab: [link]
As it turned out, the front end of the apartment was much, much quieter than the back, and we all slept fine. We did wake briefly at 1 or so due to an inane front-stoop fight (Frat Boy A: incomprehensible whining and geebling; Frat Boy B (sullenly): Yeah, but I didn't do it! A: geeble; B: But I didn't do it!--for fifteen or twenty minutes, finally resolved when one of them got tired of it and just walked away), but the worst of the noise was definitely in back.
Random Matilda conversation, yesterday:
Matilda (peering in my mouth): What's that?
Me: My retainer.
Matilda: I get a retainer too!
Me: Your teeth are perfect now. Maybe when you're big.
Matilda (pondering): I got to grow. When I'm big. I will grow to be a big...big...big...big strong big, big, big...ROBOT.
Matilda (pondering): I got to grow. When I'm big. I will grow to be a big...big...big...big strong big, big, big...ROBOT.
With a retainer!
FEAR THE WRATH OF ROBOMATILDA!
I wish I had a macro lens for my camera. There's all sorts of interesting looking bugs out and about in the garden.
We'll have to get you this when Matilda reaches that point.