Bwahahahahahaaha: Cat vs. Printer with British "translation".
NSFW if your work cares about cats who say "fuck" with a British accent.
Monty ,'Trash'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Bwahahahahahaaha: Cat vs. Printer with British "translation".
NSFW if your work cares about cats who say "fuck" with a British accent.
Oh synthesized drumbeat blasting through cheap subwoofers on my neighbors' lawn, how I hate thee.
P.S. I'm just going to spam Natter because I have written 11 single-spaced, typed pages of comments since last night and have six more (comments, not pages) left to write tonight before I can go to sleep, and my brain is rebelling.
NSFW if your work cares about cats who say "fuck" with a British accent.
Coincidentally, I just received a memo at work about cats who say "fuck" with a British accent. They don't care.
Subwoofers on their lawn? Time to take up target shooting.
Coincidentally, I just received a memo at work about cats who say "fuck" with a British accent. They don't care.
Hee!
Spidra, they finally quieted down around midnight. I just finished today's workload, so to bed I go. Night!
And good morning.
We got out of the house at 7:30 to see the first Athens half marathon go down the next block! I loved it. A family there whose mom was running set up a water station and the smiles when the racers saw the little girls earnestly holding out cups of water was awesome.
Saw at least 6 people I know running (total race was about 2000) and I know there were others I missed. Casper's friend's dad was #13 when they passed us (we were near the 7 mile mark).
Oh, that sounds like a fun morning, flea!
In a fit of enthusiasm, I signed up for the nearby Y on Friday. So I'm kind of committed to going this morning.
Spare Cat, meanwhile, is attempting to nurse from my sleeve. I look like Madonna And Stupid Cat.
Vacation starts tomorrow! This vacation does not involve a sick relative, a funeral, family business, or This Old House DIY shenanigans, nor will I be taking my work laptop with me (*gasp*).
My friend K. is flying into Richmond from Seattle, where I will meet her, and we will proceed to drive 11 hours to somewhere in Massachusetts to spend a couple days with our friend M., and then we do it all again in reverse. Why aren't we both just flying into MA? Because then we couldn't have a ROAD TRIP, of course! Yes, all this was engineered - by K. - to include a road trip. I am ridiculously excited.
(I met K & M last March at the Leverage Con-Con, while standing in the endless registration line, and we became instant friends. Don't you love it when that happens? When you just *click* with someone and it's like you've been friends forever?)
Normally the day before a trip, no matter where I'm going or how much I want to go, I'm an anxiety-riddled wreck. Today? Perfectly calm. I know what I'm taking with me, and I'm not overpacking out of neurotic fear that *something* I haven't prepared for might happen. My niece will be looking after the cats, and I had my car in the shop yesterday for an oil change and road-trip-worthiness check-up, so there's nothing to worry about. Anticipation without anxiety, whoa!