Eat, Marley, eat! What's the problem, furry one? My Leo refuses to eat if another cat is too close to him, Murray doesn't like to eat in the kitchen (it's too narrow, my big ape feet are too close to his tail) (it happened ONCE, Murray, FFS), and Percy wants to eat from a flat surface, not a bowl. I think he doesn't like anything touching his whiskers while he eats. I found some cat food bowls that are oval instead of round and he likes those okay. Most cats won't eat much if they're stressed, and Leo has been stressed recently by an impudent feral cat who stares in the windows.
(Hell no, I am not taking in any more cats.)
(Not that the feral necessarily wants to come inside. This may be more like a trip to the zoo for him.)
(He's a pretty black cat with a white throat and big orange eyes.)
(I don't want another cat.)
(This house ain't big enough for another cat.)
(Leo will kill me in my sleep if I bring another cat into his territory.)
That's what I keep trying to tell her. I want her to wear what she feels good in and comfortable, but she keeps pointing at these ... drapey, tenty dresses.
My onerous tasks were interrupted by actual paying work. But I have showered and eaten lunch, and now I am going to take a break to run to the library and the gym. Then more work when I come back, and a handful of onerous tasks.
She is. And therefore, gets to have what she wants, my opinion be damned. But she asked me to not let her look only at her "usual" style. So, I'm trying to point her to stuff I think she'd like. Ultimately, she's going to look beautiful if she loves what she's wearing and is comfortable.
I think this dress is gorgeous if she wants white: it's not form-fitting, but it's not a tent, either: [link]
Bestest birthday wishes to you, WindSparrow.
Connie, your Hubby's chemo sounds suspiciously like "eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog." If it goes the way it does for most people, he'll feel at his worst the next few days, then gradually feel better until the next round.
At Target, I desperately wanted to collapse yelling "I'm out of spooooons" and have someone else read every damn container of hairspray to find the one that was unscented. The air is so dry that my hair sticks out in random static-electricity-charged clumps, and my recently purchased non-aerosol hairspray won't stay unclogged. I'm going out tonight.
I'm anemic. I didn't eat enough lunch because my intestines were rebelling. I needed the "out of spoons" service.
Also, Target, why have you stopped carrying your unscented dish soap? Why, why, why? I know the Seventh Generation soap is unscented and "free of harmful chemicals," but it's also free of anything that cleans dishes.
Happy birthday, WindSparrow!
Teppy, now I'm window shopping igigi even though I can't spend any money until I know what my medical costs are going to be.
But I lurve this dress.
