Hostage situation with the cats this morning * meant flurry of activity this afternoon and evening. Cat food acquired, downstairs cleaned one batch of cookies baked and two more chilling.
- Loki was so asleep on my torso, he went full otter with head and feet hanging over my sides. Pumpkin, so passed out between my calves that she was in twitchy dream mode. Who was I to disturb them?
I have been fairly deaf for days after flying...not sure if that's weird or not.
My ears sometimes take a week or so to recover from flying, but I've got fairly messed-up inner ears to begin with.
I'm dreading putting on a regular bra tomorrow. Weekend sports bras have been fine, but the last two days of regular, hitting all the trigger points, was thankful my office was so cold I was wearing a coat and could slip the straps off. This is untenable. And I hate bra shopping.
A guy on a local list is trying to give away a cat he adopted but which is destroying his house. One complaint: the cat knows how to use the ice machine,
One complaint: the cat knows how to use the ice machine,
He's not thinking outside the box. What he has right there is a bartender.
But can he make a proper martini?
Cats are great at shaking but bad at stirring. They'd probably make a great martini.
Is there a way on Facebook to just block posts about Rodan +Fields? They make me irrationally angry! I guess I will just block the friends?
Ugh. The best SF librarian called in sick, which means I really need to go to work, and I don't wanna. Stupid Monday