10/31/06

* * * So, my mother is on her way home to Maine. I got up at 6 this morning to shower and get dressed, then go out to Smallville to give everyone their medicine and put the kittens in their carriers. They were NOT happy at being put in such a small space, and either Westley or Fezzik howled all the way to Ardmore. Whichever one it was, he sounded JUST like Maxi. At the vet clinic I told the receptionist all of the kittens’ names, then we carried them out back for weighing. While we were back there, the vet’s assistant was holding either Fezzik or Inigo when a man brought his dog out back to weigh him. I thought the kitten saw the dog and was okay, but I was wrong – because when the kitten saw the dog, he freaked OUT, and that vet’s assistant ended up with some serious fucking scratches before I could pull the kitten off of her, poor woman. Anyway, the kittens are being spayed and neutered and are getting their ID chips today, and I’ll be picking them up after 5 to bring them back here to the house. I got back to Madison about 20 minutes later than I’d intended, but my mother wasn’t quite ready to leave yet anyway, and we had two hours before her flight left, so we had plenty of time. I dropped her off at the airport (I offered to go in with her, but she said she didn’t need me to), stopped at Wal-Mart for some Halloween candy, and came home. Where I’ve been doing various cleaning things around the house, cleaned Maddy’s room (which will belong to Maxi’s kittens as of this evening), and made spaghetti for Fred’s lunches this week. I also watched Lost from last week. Speaking of TV – how about that ending on Prison Break last night?! That was something, eh?

* * * The Nebshit Game! 1. If someone offered you $1,000 to be a phone sex operator for 1 hour, would you do it? I’d do it, but I don’t know that I’d be very good at it, unless hysterical giggling is considered a huge turn-on. 2. Have you ever left an anonymous comment online? Not that I recall. I’ve been tempted, but stopped by the fact that whoever’s site it is can see my IP address and might know that it’s me. 3. Have you eaten something that you dropped on the floor? Alllllll the time. I’m such a klutz that half of what I carry across the kitchen ends up on the floor. 4. If you call someone and get an answering machine, are you more likely to leave a message or hang up? Depends on why I’m calling. If I want them to call me back, I leave a message. If I had a question and can get the answer elsewhere, I don’t. If I’m calling ’cause I’m bored and wanted to talk sometimes I leave a message, sometimes not. 5. What is your favorite candy bar? I don’t really eat candy bars anymore, but I used to adore the Big Kat Kit Kat bars. * * * Okay… um. I guess that’s it for today. Nothing to report, nothing to babble about, just nothin’. I need to do a little more cleaning, then perhaps some laundry and then I’m going to land on the couch with my book and read for a while. I’m currently reading Lisey’s Story, by Stephen King. I’m liking this book a LOT. I finished Stop Dressing Your Six Year-Old Like a Skank, and I’ve gotta say: Eh. I didn’t really like it that much. I got that it was supposed to be humorous, but I don’t think I cracked a smile even once while I was reading it. * * * I don’t know why my mother felt that Maddy would make a good hat. Maddy did not agree.   Maddy’s favorite place to nap.   All of today’s uploaded pictures are hither. I understand that y’all are disappointed that we’re not keeping Maddy, but I TOLD you we weren’t! And I can guarantee that she’s going to a really good home where she’ll be spoiled rotten and loved to within an inch of her life. Maybe I can browbeat her new Momma into sending some pictures of her as she grows up.   * * * Mister Boogers is currently in a state of catatonic despair, he hates you so much.     * * * Previously 2005: Let the Seven Year Itch commence! 2004: Happy anniversary, you walnut-farting motherfucker. 2003: There’s nothing like a good second marriage to show you how bad the first one really was. 2002: He even sent me flowers. 2001: And they said it’d never last. 2000: And happy anniversary to Fred, who married me two years ago tonight, which was the smartest thing he’s ever done. 1999: “We don’t have to get married. We could just wait ’til next year. Shouldn’t we get married on the anniversary of the day we met? That would be more romantic!”]]>