Psst! Right now, at this very moment, in my little part of the world? It is NOT raining!
I don’t expect that to hold – I’m sure we’ll get more rain today, even if it’s just sprinkles – but the fact that right now it’s NOT rainy and 50 degrees out? I’ll take it!
The Fling-ama-String came in the mail Friday or Saturday, and I got it hooked up and ready to go on the guest bedroom. I turned it on, and Miz Poo came running. She must have smacked at the string on that toy for an hour, and gradually the other cats in the house came along to check it out. It was seriously cute – and I have to say, a big, big hit.
The only thing I’d change about the toy is that I think it should turn itself off after 15 minutes or so. I turned it on at one point on Sunday and HOURS later I was like “What’s that noise?”, and the damn thing was still going. My own fault, I know, I should be a little more aware of the world around me, but if it shut itself off after a set period of time, it’d be a perfect toy.
Two thumbs up!
(I actually ordered it for the cats as a Christmas present and wasn’t going to let them have it ’til Christmas day, but Fred mocked me and I really wanted to see if the cats liked it, so NO PRESENTS for the cats on Christmas day! It’s all Fred’s fault!)
Remember the “BQQBS” license plate my sister sent me the picture of a few weeks ago? Reader Cat suggested that I sent it to HorribleLicensePlates.com (they post funny and cute license plates, too), so I did.
And they posted it today! We’re famous!
Uh. Well, someone’s license plate is famous. Someone in Maine, who I’ve never met.
Speaking of license plates, we were at L0we’s one day last week, and saw this one:
We immediately tried guessing what it means. My guess: Dicks in a Box. Fred’s guess: Dykes on Bikes.
What’s your guess?
Milenka linked to Fuck You, Penguin in my comments yesterday, and I instantly fell in love, read every post, and added it to my blog reader.
I sure do love the internet.
Fred made me a bench so I can sit in the back forty and bond with the chickens and such. He made it in no time flat out of wood he had laying around, and then immediately mocked it for being ugly.
I don’t think it’s ugly at all. I like that it’s simple and solid (just like me), and I think he should make me furniture more often. If he can throw together a bench like that so quickly, is there any reason he can’t build me a cat tree?
(Any reason other than that he doesn’t want to, I mean.)
This is how Tommy keeps warm when he’s not being harassed for snuggling by Stinkerbelle or Sugarbutt or whoever needs his special brand of Tommy love.
Previously
2007: I would never condone entering a grocery store and opening fire with a machine gun, but I certainly understand the impulse.
2006: I think that we all know that it’s more likely that Sugarbutt will whisk Miz Poo into a perky waltz about the living room before I actually get off my dead ass and sand down the trim so that I don’t have to look at the drippy bits.
2005: No entry.
2004: He yawned his ears right off his head.
2003: “Well,” he said, all smug and certain of his facts. “If you didn’t have DIARRHEA, then it was NOT the flu! It’s just a cold!”
2002: But is Christmas shopping ever really done?
2001: The usual excitement
2000: Grandma’s other concerns were whether the fire was going out (it wasn’t) and how much Fred and Becky were eating.
1999: When did Toronto become part of the United States, again?