The Boy suggested that they put the word "for" in by mistake. Heh.

Only if you were wearing an apron and wielding your Wooden Spoon of Doom.

Steph, with the new quote, I think your outfit needs to change...some awesome S&M corsetry gear would suit that quote more aptly, methinks!

Only if you were wearing an apron and wielding your Wooden Spoon of Doom.

Que? (Speaking of REALLY SHORT HAIR. Wow.)

some awesome S&M corsetry gear would suit that quote more aptly, methinks!

Like this? (Totally SFW.) (Speaking of long-ass hair. Gah, manky. Time to cut it.)

Hee. I actually like the June Cleaver one better for the billboard!

No, this one! "Back view!"

I have a theory that a depressive turn of mind that mentally plays disaster scenarios and permutations thereof over and over again serves as sort of a rehearsal for preparedness. What do you think?

You're not the only one with the theory. Some scientists have speculated that that is the reason the tendency for depression has persisted in the human population instead of dying out.

If I were as calm and competent in my daily life as I am in emergencies, I'd be the queen of a small nation by now.

bonny, Trudy, Barb, and Bartleby are all impressive!

If there were a fire here, heaven forbid, I could probably get Leo in a carrier if he weren't already panicking, but Percy fights going in the carrier, every time. I ought to spend some time getting him accustomed to thinking of the carrier as a comforting safe thing, not Danger. I wouldn't let them run outside unless I had no other choice; Percy's never been outside, and although Leo usually heads for the pine trees when he escapes, he has once run right into the road. Scared the hell out of me.

They e-mailed me a proof of what the altered billboard would look like, and I almost peed my pants laughing at my new "quote," because WOW, I would SO not say something like that: [link].

So that's their translation of "I'm less likely to kill someone"?

Sometimes I leave the carrier out and sprinkle nip in it, just to let them hang out in it. If I know that Gimlet needs to go to the vet, I'll try to do it a week ahead of time, because she's a big freak. Cosmo is an amiable ditz and doesn't care.

I have a theory that a depressive turn of mind that mentally plays disaster scenarios and permutations thereof over and over again serves as sort of a rehearsal for preparedness. What do you think?

I think there really is something to this. As I was making my way out, I thought of all the plans I'd made...get the passport, grab the wallet, etc. But none of that mattered. I was so cool and, 'let's hit the street, Bboy.' I'm sure this is because I have gone over the 'plan' in my mind so many times.

I've even got a plan for tying Bartleby up in a sheet to lower him out the second story window. I suppose I should find one of those emergency ladders because, as someone pointed out today, the liquor store? Going up like a bomb factory, so the stairs won't really be an option.