Cordelia ,'Potential'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Cortez generally wants nothing to do with any of us unless it's time to eat, when some rubbing against your legs goes on. But he was a stray and maybe used to being on his own? He's happy to let you pick him up and pet him, but he really doesn't seek you out.
The kitten, though. I should have named him Velcro. Good thing I'm sort of fond of him.
Eww, msbelle, one more reason to glad you're moving into a place of your own!
People always say my cat has a dog's personality. I just call him needy.
Successful consumption of oatmeal this morning!
Which hopefully balances out the tacos I got from Jack in the Box last night at 11:30.
Leifur will usually stay in the same room as me for a couple of hours when I get home and when I get up in the morning. But eventually he wanders off. He's affectionate, but he's fine with a little space.
Jesse, speaking of Pillars of the Earth, there's a miniseries in production, starring Ian McShane and Matthew Macfaddyen. I have to say that although McShane's too old for Walleran, I'll still have to watch, just for that.
Note to the gorgeous sales clerk in Lucky who flirted with me this morning: GLLLRGGGLGHGGHH. And, thank you. I needed that. Sure, it's your job, but you made more eye contact than salespeople in stores where I actually spent money. Also, GLLRRGLGGHH.
I made it in and out of the Container Store unharmed! And I actually have $35 still on my gift card from a million years ago (and I'm not even talking to the guy who gave it to me anymore, so spending it will be extra-sweet). I just can't decide if I should impulse shop or...no, I'll plan this carefully and spend my little money.
I just got all the way dressed, in outside pants and everything, and then saw the text from my hairdresser saying she was sick and needed to cancel.
I guess I will go run errands anyway, make use of the outside pants.
We kinda forgot a kid birthday party last night. In our defense, it was a long week. But we need to acquire a present and deliver it to our neighbors, like, soon.
We now own a car, though! mr. flea is so excited. He and Dillo were checking it all out, and he was explaining how a stick shift works, and all this boy car stuff. Casper's watching TV and I'm on the internet. Typical. It's a black 2010 Matrix. It's nice, nothing fancy.
All guests can attest to the neediness of 2 of my cats; the third, well, she's needy for me.