I remember the time a co-worker told me about her 17-y.o. daughter who called her frantically on the cell phone one night. "Mom! I can't get into the car--the battery's dead on the remote!" "Then use the key." "What key? Where?" "The one that the remote is on." "Oh, really? That's what it's for? Where does it go?" "There's a keyhole right under the door handle, dear."

"There's a keyhole right under the door handle, dear."

snerk

Ow. I just got a papercut from the cover of a paperback book.

I also just slept all day. All of the busyness of the past few days caught up with me, I guess.

My cat yowls and scratches at things (and threatens to knock things off my night table) until I get up in the morning -- even if there's food in her bowl. What is that about?

Mine too! Okay, not every morning, but that whole "...I'm gonna knock it off the bedside table any minute now!" strategy drives me batshit. He gets by whole days when I'm NOT to hand without knocking things off high places. Soon as I'm there, he's all "Look at meeee!"

Not that I can blame him for wanting attention, poor housebound bunny. Still.

wrt Washington Post - isn't it Buffistas and Foamy?

Taz and Marley will start crawling all over us as soon as they hear the alarm or our voices, or whenever they damn well please. They also do the nightstand thing, and we had a water glass tipover this morning.

Fortunately, Mr Peabody is not a morning dog. When he does get up, he has to go now now now and does a peepee dance around me. He does occasionally decide we have to get up in the middle of the night. A couple of weeks ago, he barked and barked at 5 a.m., and when I let him out, all he did was lick the frozen water in his outside water bowl a few times and come back in. He had perfectly good water inside, and I would have been glad to throw a few ice cubes in it.

If you can't find a buffistas one, just go to bugmenot and get one, that's what I always do. (I think I use the buffistas one for the NYTimes, but I've occasionally been logged out of the WashPost for whatever reason and can't remember my own login, though I HAVE one)

Early in our ownership of him, Seabiscuit learned that he could not wake me up in the mornings, but he could wake up D. who is a much lighter sleeper. Domestic intranquility ensued.

These days he's a lot mellower about it and will sometimes come back to bed to snooze with me even after D. is up and around.

I've got a weird ~ma request that isn't apocalypsy.

This evening, I noticed a ragged fingernail and did what one will do...I bit it. Something felt weird.

The back of one of my lower front teeth fell off. Seriously. A chunk just came off!

The good news is, a) it doesn't hurt, b) I was able to retrieve the chunk in one piece and c) you couldn't tell it was missing by looking at me.

The bad news is a) I can't seem to keep my tongue out of the gap, b) I have no dental adhesive or superglue to put it back in and c) I'm terrified I will clamp down in the night and the front of the tooth will collapse.

Plus. I have no insurance and no money. I do have a medical credit card with a small credit line.

I guess the ~ma I'd appreciate is: no more breakage and a local dentist who can fix it without costing an arm and a leg.

Nothing like this has ever happened before. I'm flummoxed.

I'm watching Sober House. I'm realizing that, even though I know nothing about him, I do not believe a single thing that Andy Dick says. Just something about the way he talks, I can't believe any of it.

Also, when he showed up at the house, it was late, and Rodney King was asleep on the couch. Andy didn't want to wake him, so instead, petted him on the head. There are so many things wrong with that. (One of which would be just self-preservation -- if you are a wee little person, as Andy Dick seems to be, do you really want to startle the really big person who possibly has some form of PTSD?)

Don't use superglue, bonny! A dentist should be able to bond the tooth without too much trouble or expense. If the tooth is still sound it should be ok. Dental~ma regardless.