So the answer to "smelly cat, smelly cat, what are they feeding you?" is Meow Mix?
Apparently!
Cats have stinky poops when they eat too many carbs, in my experience with these three furlumps here.
Yeah, the prescription stuff is lower-carb, I'm sure. Like, I think one of them is venison and pea, because we thought Hazel might have an allergy? Ah well!
Oh, just things like "you're at Cafe du Monde and you get black coffee?" while noting that elsewhere she got the crawfish beignet so she's back in my good graces. This person I've never met. Who eats sushi for dinner one night and lunch the next (I wholeheartedly approve of that, btw)
I would definitely also be obsessed with living through expense reports, when you put it this way.
At library book sale. Throw me some names of YA authors I might enjoy.
Most people are very boring. One guy ate at Outback every night in Las Vegas.
Huh, Robin Leach is on the Food Network. Who knew? I guess they are featuring some part of our company in an upcoming show? I'm kind of curious about that now.
Who did I send vintage kids book to? I think I found a match.
Going back a bit, the bus metaphor is totally apt, and you can talk about whatever you want whenever you want.
I would absolutely judge people by their expense reports.
I'm pretty sure my Amazon prime order picker is judging me by my order, but it really was the curtain rod that I needed within two hours and not the almond milk chocolate pudding.
Ah, the old urgently-needed-curtain-rod gambit.
You never know when you have an emergency hanging-freshly-bathed-baby-sloths-out-to-dry situation.
No one ever accidentally puts my personal email address in as their own, but strangely it happens quite frequently with my fannish address. I just got confirmation of "my" pledge in the Doral Pebble Beach Fun Run.
So today I gave the biggest talk of my career so far. Had to answer questions from the faculty for 2 hours or so. Felt like I was taking my orals all over again.
On the plus side: 1) it's now over and 2) I think it went well
Oh crap, what if I get the job?
