reading: The Catcher in the Rye.
Read over the weekend: Bundle of Joy?
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There are no pet store kitty pics this week, because I’m a dumbass and forgot to take the camera with me. Even though I LOOKED at the camera and was going to put it in my purse, I got sidetracked by the need to clean out my purse, and ended up forgetting the camera.
It’s too bad, too, because there were a couple of 7 month-old kittens, one a very fluffy longhair gray-and-white boy and one a gorgeous buff tabby. They were both friendly and had that peanut-head smell that all kittens seem to have.
Hopefully I’ll remember the camera next week and they might still be around (the shelter is requesting that they be adopted together, and it generally takes a little longer for two kittens to be adopted together than one kitten alone).
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The spud is doing just fine. She woke up Saturday in some pain, took a pain pill, and slept ’til noon. Since then, she’s pretty much been her usual self, though she’s been walking kind of stiff-legged (which, to her great amusement, Fred mocked) and has to sit on pillows when she’s sitting at the dinner table, but other than that? Just fine. Thanks for your well-wishes!
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My sister turned 35 on Saturday – HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEB!!!! – and among the presents I sent her was a gift certificate to Joann’s Fabrics. Deb’s into scrapbooking and cross-stitching and is generally just a crafty kinda gal.
I bought the gift certificate when I was in Maine after Christmas, and Debbie was with me when I bought it, but she was on the other side of the store, and so I was paying for it and she popped her head around the end of an aisle to show me something… and, well, here’s the letter I enclosed with the gift card:
I’m SURE you don’t remember this, but remember when we went into JoAnn Fabrics one evening to check out their clearance stuff when I was up there after Christmas? And you wandered off down an aisle and I went to the cash register to pay? And then you popped your head around the corner and then thought I was shushing you?
Well, I wasn’t shushing YOU, I was shushing the cashier, because I’d thought it would be a good idea to get you a gift certificate, and I thought you were on the other side of the store, then you popped up and were trying to show me something, and she was telling me AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS something or other about the gift certificate and I was trying to get her to shut the FUCK up, and so I was shushing her but she didn’t GET IT. So you thought I was shushing you and you were all “Oh, am I being loud?” and I was all “Um, yeah, kinda!”, ’cause I didn’t know what to say and I just wanted you to go back around the corner so you wouldn’t guess what I was doing.
And THEN in the car on the way to Mom and Dad’s, I was thinking “Well, THAT was rude, to tell her she was being too loud! I don’t want her to think I was shushing her!”, so I made up some STUPID FUCKING story about how I’d jammed my finger and was actually WINCING in PAIN, not shushing you.
I’m such a fucking dork.
Anyway. I was not shushing you! You were not being too loud! And happy birthday!
It turns out she figured out what I was doing, anyway, BECAUSE OF THE BIG-MOUTHED CASHIER. Heh.
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We watched
Pauly Shore is Dead last night. It was surprisingly not bad at all, despite the fact that Pauly Shore annoys the shit out of me. Any movie where a bunch of Hollywood B-listers make cameos has to be pretty good.
The Michael Madsen/ Tom Sizemore thing was hilarious.
We watched
The Incredibles Saturday night, and that was pretty damn good, too.
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Mister Boogers models the latest in Bad Kitty-wear.]]>