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.
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Clearing out an enormous amount of crap reveals STILL MORE CRAP. I swear, I just want to pack a couple suitcases, leave the key in the mailbox, and drive away with Tom and the cats.
Oh no msbelle...
My cats usually end up where I am. If they are following me, mealtime is withing the next couple of hours. Though they do hate closed doors, so they usually are outside (or inside) the bathroom when I get out of the shower, and god help me if I try to shut them out of the bedroom at night.
When they were kittens they did follow us around. We used to accuse Manny of thinking we were holding votes in the office, since he always felt the need to be in there as soon as we both were. As a result, we were never able to democratically change this parliamentary procedure.
It depends on if the guys have anything better to do, like bask in the sun somewhere. But right now, I've got a Taz flopped on me, getting real comfy.
Also, ugh, msbelle.
bon- yes! They love hanging out when we are in the office. Stepping on the keyboard, wanting to sit in laps, investigating whatever that pile of papers is.
You guys understand you're describing a nightmare for me, right? I read all the clingy cat stories and it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
