Yesterday on Dinosaurs Can’t Eat Pizza, Nance posted a recipe for Red Onion Marmalade (sounds weird, I know, but I had some on a wrap when I visited last Fall, and it was SO good!), and later today the post for Daddy’s Coconut Cake (which we both made) will be up!
I had my hair cut last week. I kept the overall length, but had some shorter layers cut in and also went back to bangs. I am just not comfortable without bangs, I just don’t look right to myself without them. When I got home, I looked in the mirror and then decidd that I now have a Laura Petrie flip. I took a few pictures to document it.
(Laura Petrie was the role Mary Tyler Moore played in The Dick van Dyke show, btw, here’s a link to a blurry picture of her then. Hey, did you hear he just got married at like 105? Good for him!)
It probably goes without saying, but y’all should know that when I style my hair myself, it looks nothing like that because I get borrrrrrrrrred blow-drying my hair, and I like blow-dry it so that my hair parts in the right place, and then I wander off and let my hair air-dry.
Saturday was a good day, a day in which I got plenty accomplished (FINALLY cleaned the bathrooms, started more tomato plants, um… took a nap), and then at bedtime, it all went to shit.
I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that Fred and I lay in bed and talk for half an hour or so before he toddles off to his own room and I either read or play games on my iPod or watch TV or whatever until I’m tired. So we talked for half an hour and then he got up to leave, and I grabbed the top pillow he’d been using and flipped it so that when I was ready for sleep, I could roll over and flop my arm across the pillow.
Which is when I fucking discovered that the fucking pillow had fucking been peed upon.
Oh, good fucking CHRIST do I hate the fucking hell out of my cats sometimes. We’d been laying there with cat urine not so far from our faces, and neither of us noticed it at all. What kind of nasty-ass LIFE do we lead, may I ask?
I don’t even remember the last time a cat peed on my bed, because they fucking KNOW better. I was ready to just toss all their fucking asses into the back yard and let them live out there, I hated them so much. Instead, I stomped around and sprayed everything within sight with Nose Offense and then wiped it up, and I was remaking my bed when I found that there was also cat spray on the footboard of the bed, and I got to clean THAT up, too.
OH WAS I PEEVED.
Once the bed was made, I brought all the bedding downstairs and left it near the washer, and I said accusingly to Sheriff Kara, “How is it YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?” (poor Sheriff Kara), and I put the pillows in the trash (nope, not even going to try washing the fucking things, because I ADORE WASTING MONEY), and I stomped back upstairs.
AND THEN I SHUT MY BEDROOM DOOR SO THAT NO CATS COULD COME IN, and I sternly resolved that NO CAT would EVER cross the threshhold of my bedroom again EVER. (Of course, when I woke up I decided that they’d get ONE MORE CHANCE because that’s the kind of wishy washy hardass I am.)
I slept like shit, and when I woke up, I found that I’d slept funny and my back hurt like a motherfucker.
LOVELY.
AND. THEN.
The goddamn motherfucking piece of shit dryer broke. It’s been limping along like the piece of shit it is, and yesterday, when I had 300 pounds of cat-pee laundry to do, the fucking thing shit the bed. Luckily it was a somewhat decent day out, so I could wash a small load of laundry and hang it out to dry (so that Fred wouldn’t have to go to work naked this morning), but then we got to go up to Lowe’s and blow money on a dryer that is probably also a piece of shit. Isn’t it wonderful that these days it’s often cheaper to buy a new dryer than have the old one fixed? (And the old one was going to cost a motherfucking fortune to fix, someone came out and looked at it.)
On the good side, Fred got the old dryer moved out to the back yard (the new one’s coming later this morning; thank god for free delivery) and so I was able to clean the spot where the dryer goes, and then Fred moved the washer out of the way so I could clean there, too. It’s desperately been needing to be cleaned, but it’s such a pain in the ass to move everything out that I haven’t bothered with it. Now it’s clean for another year!
We had pizza (made on flatbread that I bought at the grocery store last week) for lunch, and it made me all bloaty and feeling gross all afternoon.
It was just, you know, one of THOSE days. I hated everything and everyone and everycat and I went to bed all grumpy like.
Today better not SUCK like yesterday did, or so help me I’m running away.
On Friday, we weighed the kittens and took pictures of each!
Darwin is the smallest at 13 1/2 ounces.
Logie continues to be the largest at 1 pound and 7/8 ounces.
Newbery weighed in at 14 3/4 ounces.
And Razzie’s at 13 5/8 ounces.
For future reference (although I’m sure I’ll never remember this), it’s apparently at the 3 1/2 week mark when the kittens lose their fear and start seriously venturing forth from their safe place. Now when I go into the room, I speak to Emmy (I always speak to her as I’m coming through the door so she’ll know I’m coming; the other day I walked through the door without speaking, and she hissed at me!) and the kittens talk back to me.
I was hanging out with Emmy and the kittens yesterday, and all four of the babies came out of the box while Emmy snoozed in the box. Newbery came hauling butt out of the box, stumbled drunkenly toward the corner of the room where the litter box is, then changed direction and came over to me, sniffed my foot wildly, and then climbed up in my lap.
Newbery and Logie appear to be pretty fearless, though Razzie and Darwin aren’t far behind!
Belly up to the milk bar, kiddies.
They are such BRATS these days. They’re always smacking at Emmy, biting her on the face, and she totally puts up with it.
Time to eat again!
“Please, lord, don’t let those brats wake up. Mama needs a break.”
Zzzzzzzzzzz
I wish I could sleep on a bed of kittens. I bet that would be super comfy! Well. Except for the claws.
Oh, the little bitty FACES kill me dead. Also, the spotted belly.
“Maaaaamaaaaaaaaa! We is hungry!”
Smug little brat.
Remember last week when I said that Kara always looks concerned and a bit stressed? Well, I was wrong.
Apparently there are actually times when she’s relaxed and happy looking, and those times are when she’s being held like a baby. Is she not the most gorgeous girl?
Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: I just literally laughed about the poop spoon until I cried.
2009: I am the High Priestess of Litter Box Scooping, Pig Treat Making, and Kitten Butt Wiping.
2008: It took me a few weeks, but I finally finished The Washingtonienne and today I am announcing that bitchypoo.com, in conjunction with vituperation.com, is awarding The Washingtonienne the title of The Most Vapid Book of This Century.
2007: I was filled with a black hatred for the goddamn lights and my goddamn husband and every goddamn thing that ever was.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: Another reason I love the man: he makes me laugh every day.
2003: I’ll tell you what, he’s lucky I didn’t go get the cleaver and chop that fucking finger right the fuck off.
2002: My mind is blank…
2001: It’s just the little things that get to me, y’know?
2000: Married people! Having sex in the middle of the day! What IS this world coming to?
Your hair looks great! I love the color and non-fussy style.
As much as I love reading the stories about your cats and looking at their photos, I will never, ever have cats of my own. Our only pet is a seven-year-old dog and when she’s gone, that’s it…no more animals in my house. I love animals but, as I age, I’m getting less and less tolerant of all the work and drama involved.
I like your new hair too. I am the same with the blow drying. It only gets completely done for major events or if it’s freezing cold out and I’m in a hurry to leave. Very few non stylists can make their hair look like the Salon does. One friend swears they have magic hairdresser dust that does the trick.
The dryer breaking at the worst time is like damn Murphy’s law. Mine has been broken for 2 weeks. My husband thought he had it fixed,NO! Two trips to the laundry mat-$40.00+ each time!!!! I slept wrong the night before and my back was barking the entire time. A friend of my husband’s who is in the appliance business is coming to check it out on Wednesday-he thinks it’s something with the coils and is fixable. I’m only trying because we need a dishwasher and fridge too. When it rains it frigging pours!
How dare those ungrateful kitties pee on the #1 Cat Queen/Cat Mama’s bed? Brats! Ruby the Cocker Spaniel has regressed in her potty training the past couple of weeks. She is spite shitting or peeing when I’ve been out more on errands for Dr.’s appointments and tests with Michael. I know she can hold it she’s done it many times. If it keeps up we will get a smaller crate again and she will really be miserable but too damn bad!
I’m old enough that I remember the “good old days” when appliances were made to last. The ads ever bragged at how long an appliance would last — years & years. And they did too. Then about 20 years ago, it was as if everything was being made to last no longer than 5 years, tops. Keeps supplying jobs/sales I guess. But it’s really aggravating/frustrating.
I recently had to replace a hot water heater, and it cost a small fortune. I wonder what’s next…?!
Those kittehs are beautiful and precious. Love the pictures!
Love the hair!
There was an abundance of suckage going around this weekend, that’s for sure. Rarely am I happy for a Monday to roll around, but this was one of those times! March 24th and 25th can just BITE ME!
Do I spy kitten teeth? Itty, bitty teeth buds….
Logie has the look of a fucker about him. He’s my favorite.
My sweet little Gollum, a feral I rescued 8 years ago, does not go outside because of coyotes and the busy highway. At least twice a week she shits in my favorite chair. She always pees in the cat box, she knows where it is, but she feels compelled for some reason to share. The only thing that has saved her is she’s still a feral cat at heart, and she’s very small (4 lbs) and after she shits she hides for at least an hour, and also while I take it personally and have a nasty temper, it blows over very quickly. I have bought gallons of spray and repellent, it does no good. I stopped leaving a pillow in the chair because she would used it to cover her poop. I have determined this has nothing to do with the condition of the cat box, the only explanation that makes sense to me is she has a screw loose. She stays in my bedroom most of the time, sleeps by my neck and seems to like me. She doesn’t ever potty in the bedroom. Sometimes cats can be so frustrating. I don’t know how you manage. Well, except for getting to smooch kittens.
I need me some Newberry. I think it is time for you to take another Florida vacation and bring me my kitten!!
Your hair looks ADORABLE!
(I have also “not noticed” pee–as in, I have sat down on the couch to eat something/watch tv, and only gradually do I realize that the seat of my pants is now SOAKING FUCKING WET because some FUCKING CAT has apparently INVISIBLY PEED on the couch.)