I so need to take our tree down and put everything away. That's on the list this weekend.
I've tried to march in the Slayer Pride Parade ...
Joyce ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
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.
Cashmere - Jan 14, 2011 4:21:56 pm PST #17062 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
sarameg - Jan 14, 2011 4:24:11 pm PST #17063 of 30001
I'll get finished dusting and start sanding, probably. Defeating all my work.
SuziQ - Jan 14, 2011 4:24:45 pm PST #17064 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
I put on outside clothes and actually went outside. Ran a few errands and talked with a friend at the dojo. I was beat by the time I got home. Don't even have the energy to change into inside pants.
msbelle - Jan 14, 2011 4:27:22 pm PST #17065 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
ozzie is alternating hissing at me and scenting me by rubbing on me. stupid boycat. Sylvester seems to be fine with the lost cat hanging out on the porch. Lost cat is now crying.
sarameg - Jan 14, 2011 4:33:19 pm PST #17066 of 30001
Ai.
I've been catsitting for a friend, and the cats are Bongo and Lola. Bongo is a ginormous Loki-colored cat with ear tassles. I seriously wonder about his parentage, he's so long and tall and probably 25lbs+, but not fat. And he's hilarious. Tries to hide behind things much smaller than him and has a high chirpy voice like Loki. And Lola....I'd never met Lola, she always hid at parties there. But she's a total lovebug and climbs all over me and wants nothing more than to writhe around in my lap, purring. Or if she can't get on my lap, she writhes up and down the stairs. Slithering up and down, seriously. I think she misses her people.
Anyway, I come home smelling of Other Cat, and only Loki cares, and only to the point of thinking I have interesting smells and he needs to remark me.
And yes, I end up singing all sorts of funny stuff when I'm over there with those cats. Mongo-Bongo, and Lola and Lola-loll-a-Lola!
aurelia - Jan 14, 2011 4:39:10 pm PST #17067 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Can you tell if lost cat is crying for attention or to be let out? If it's the latter, she may be an outdoor cat who is ready to go home on her own.
msbelle - Jan 14, 2011 4:47:16 pm PST #17068 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
attention. She wants IN the house. If I go out to her she rubs and rubs and purrs and purrs.
And Ozzie is hissing at me again. He is the most territorial cat I have ever had.
sarameg - Jan 14, 2011 4:51:05 pm PST #17069 of 30001
She's a Lola. Or Pooch. There are a lot of not-mine cats in my life.
sarameg - Jan 14, 2011 4:51:51 pm PST #17070 of 30001
Thought: lotion up with your favorite stinkiest lotion and pet Oz so he's stinky too.
§ ita § - Jan 14, 2011 4:53:49 pm PST #17071 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Will I need boots every day in NY? I'm flying in in cowboy boots, and I'm wearing granny boots to the wedding. Is there room for a pair of normal Doc Marten mary janes in the weather?