My brand, spanking-new* palm pilot says it's Wednesday. And I do mean "spanking-new". My T3 is just so frelling techno-sexy that it practically screams "Spank me!"...though I haven't. That will probably be the last straw for the men in white coats to haul me away. :) drharper
... I'm gonna go call my lawyer now.
....... wait, do I have a lawyer?
............ wait, who are you guys?
I am going where with you?
Why am i going to Cuba?
NO! NO! Not the faaaaaaaaaace!
[My cat] Goten greeted me in his usual fashion, meaning he tried to kill me. Today's method was to find every single one of his plastic balls that aren't squashed and to line them up right in front of the door, so I almost risked skidding across the floor on them. This is a bit of a break from the usual method, which is to lie stretched out on the floor, just past the door swing, so when I walk in, not looking at the floor, I trip over him and go sprawling across the kitchen floor. I guess he's gotten bored with that way.
Did I ever mention that [my other cat] Chrissy loves being held? If so, I lied. She hates being picked up and usually responds by letting out the most pitiful cry that makes anyone in earshot convinced I'm the world's meanest person doing a rectal exam on her with a cattle prod. Then, she sinks her claws into my neck. I think the blood on her nails makes her feel better, as long as it's my blood. My blood has soothing properties to my cats, cause they sure seem to enjoy making it come out of me.
...oh go read the post