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ShinyHappy - Thoughts for June 16th - 29th
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06/29/05 All kittens are good quality, if you ask me!
It was slightly cooler out today. Not by much, but enough that I braved the heat to run some errands. On my way home I was coming up to an intersection where I had the right of way again (as indicated by the bright white walking guy light). So, I confidently began walking into the street and a car quickly pulled up right in front of me, so close that I leaped back in shock, and made a right-hand turn like I hadn't even been there. If I'd been a few steps further I probably would have gotten smucked again! INSANITY.
I came home muttering angrily to myself and swore that I'd never leave the apartment again. So there, stupid drivers.
Oh, the other day Andrew told me about an advertisement he saw at the Loeb Glebe. We're planning to get another cat, so this one caught his eye. Someone was advertising 'Glebe Kittens'. You know that if they come from The Glebe, they're not your average, everyday kittens. They're quality kittens. Kittens that aren't from someplace like, say, Hintonburg. We didn't end up calling and asking about these Glebe Kittens, though. When Andrew showed me the sign most of the phone numbers had already been torn off so they'd probably already been spoken for.
Now, I realize that I keep writing about Mong and this B.U.M. Equipment box, but it's turned into a real staple of his playing routine. I described yesterday how Andrew made up a game where we put a ball inside the box and close it, thus leaving Mong to try to get the box open again. Like this:
Well, the little fatty has discovered that if he charges straight at the front of it and kind of headbutts it a bit, the lid will usually lift and he can get his paws in there. Today he did this, but the box was up against the bookshelves and instead of the box sliding it remained stationary and Mong toppled right into it. I watched him as he fell in the box and it was quite a sight to behold. I managed to snap one picture of him wondering what the heck just happened and whether or not he should be embarassed:
Lastly, here is a picture of him that I'm including for Colin's sake. Colin mentioned to me that in some pictures of Mong it's difficult to tell how his body does the things it's doing. Well, I think he's part owl:
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06/28/05 A narrowly averted death-by-melting!
I intended to go out today and do a couple of useful things in the afternoon. I took a cool shower before I did so. I knew it was hot out, of course, since the air conditioner was really just barely keeping things cool in the room it was in. So, after a refreshing shower and all the primping and preparing that goes into a trip outside my door I was ready. The last thing I did before going to put my sandals on was check the weather page to see exactly what the temperatures were like outside.
They were exactly ridiculous. Thirty-three degrees celsius. I sat for a moment and reflected back to last December when the weather got insanely cold. My entry for December 20th talks of a wind chill factor of minus forty degrees and the poor wild bunny that I witnessed trying to survive it. That was the day that I bought myself a brand new warm winter coat because it was indisputably obvious that nothing less would do. Seriously. I could have died of the cold!
I wasn't interested in dying of the heat today, though, so decided to skip the trip out in the blazing sun and heat of the afternoon and make a trip to the Loeb in the late, late evening. Like, nine o'clock late. Which I did. Happily, as I was locking the door of the apartment behind me Andrew was just coming in the front doors of the building and so I had company. And someone to carry the heavy stuff. Hee.
So, today the email went out from May about the upcoming cottage party weekend at the end of July. This is an annual event among our group of friends and I had an absolute blast last year. However, one part of the cottage weekend that stressed me out then and stresses me out now is that there is a talent show. Last year I thought and thought and thought and still ended up doing some measly party trick instead of something cool and impressive. I am determined that this year I won't suck so hard, but I still have no idea what I'm going to do. I do have some talents; I am not unaware of that fact. However, I don't think that people want to hear my high school poetry or listen to dramatic readings of my weblog entries. Although ... I would like it if Jerome came and performed dramatic readings of my weblog entries. He'd be so scathing about it! (You know you would. You'd choose some really hair-related entries and make me cry.)
Anyhow, I'm sure the situation will resolve itself somehow. I may have to brave getting tossed in the lake in the end. That is the penalty for not having any talent, apparently.
In Mongcat news; he has been doggedly (cattedly?) finding new ways to play with the B.U.M equipment box that my sandals came in. Andrew invented a new game with it that actually works really, really well at keeping Mong amused for minutes at a time. Take a tinfoil ball, put it in the box and fold the lid down. Mong really freaks out on the box trying to get it open so he can get at the ball, and it keeps rattling around in there, keeping him interested. So far the box is holding up remarkably well. Today Mong was playing with his octopus and really tried to fit both himself and octopus in there. It only worked if he curled up on the lid, but still. Check him out:
Another game Andrew invented is Chicken-In-The-Hole, which involves the chicken finger puppet and my desk chair. It's an Ikea chair with stylish holes in the back support part, and Andrew found that sticking the chicken halfway through a hole makes Mong want to pull it the rest of the way through. (See what I mean about Andrew always playing with him? What a good cat owner!) I played the game with him for a few minutes tonight and here's a cute picture I got of it:
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06/27/05 Two fewer pictures than yesterday, anyhow!
So, we were in Kingston over the weekend. As I mentioned last week we had decided to take Mongkut with us to see if he gets along with other cats since we're thinking about getting another kitty to keep him company. That, and we wanted to see how well he travels. The answer to that last is: Not well at all.
Poor Mong. As soon as the car started driving, he started yowling. He hated it. I wondered if he was just afraid of being in his carrier with the car moving, so when we stopped for a bite to eat we experimented in the parking lot with driving while he was in my lap. That went very bad very fast, so I crammed him back in his carrier and off we went to Kingston. After an hour and a half or so Mong got a bit quieter, but if I peeked back at him and he caught my eye he immediately started up again, just as loud. It's a testament to his great yowling skills that he didn't lose his voice at all. Not even a little bit.
When we got to Kingston it was time for him to meet Mang and Keller, my mom's two cats that used to belong to me but now live fat and happy lives with my mom. I was most looking forward to the meeting of Mang and Mong in particular, since both of them are strong-willed, self-confident types and I was interested to see which of them would be most dominant. I should have known, though. Mang will not let any other being, animal or human, boss her around. So, there was the usual hissing and spitting and swearing in cat-speak that goes on when cats meet for the first time, but no blood. None of them were interested in actually fighting, just in establishing personalities and boundaries.
Mong was actually very interested in playing with the ladies. He'd run at them from behind, batting at their tails or just trying to get their attention, then there'd be a growly stand-off for a minute or two. The ones between him and Mang usually ended with him rolling on his back and showing his stomach (a submissive posture) but still growling and telling Mang that he was a tough guy. He just didn't want to make any trouble.
At night time we just kept Mongo in the bedroom with us where he could eat his own food and not get into loads of trouble with the lady cats. He was really very well behaved the entire time. I think it has something to do with my mom. Maybe it's that thing ... some saying or other about getting only what you expect to get from people. Mom believes that Mong is really a very good cat, and so he's good when he's around her. I believe that he's a bratty bratty fatty so that's what he is around me. Andrew must believe that Mong is a sock-killer and ankle-biter.
The rest of the weekend was fine. We went out for brunch with my mom and Alannah on Saturday, then in the evening there was dinner with my mom, grandma, July and Mimi. Then at seven there was Mimi's baby shower to go to. She got a ton of baby loot. She's having a boy this time so there was lots of blue clothing, of course. There were many shower games, about which I always have mixed feelings. I did win one of them, though. There was a word jumble and I got 21 out of 25. I was mad that I didn't get them all, but I'm not a baby expert and they were all baby terms. There was some protest about the word 'onesies' since many of the women there had no idea what a onesie is even though many of them had dressed their kids in them. I didn't get that one, myself.
On Sunday my generous fiance (Andrew) gallantly took me to Wal Mart so I could get a pair of sandals. My dressy(ish) sandals had developed a fatal crack on the bottom of one of them and were no longer wearable. Andrew had found my sandals of horrible stench in a bag in the bedroom (I don't know why they were in a bag in the bedroom) so I've been unhappily wearing them, but I had decided that this weekend was the time to get me a pair of Wal Mart sandals. Andrew and I don't shop at Wal Mart, but when I need shoes or boots or sandals for my feet that is where I go. My feet love Wal Mart shoes. It didn't take me long to find a nice sporty pair of comfy sandals that will do me quite well this summer (and hopefully next summer too).
Our trip home on Sunday afternoon was unfortunately much worse than our trip to Kingston. It was much, much hotter and the car does not have air conditioning. Mong was distressed and unhappy about being in the car so was panting due to the stress and I was worried that he'd get totally dehydrated. Thankfully he seemed O.K. when we got home. He took a big nap after having some food and water and when he woke up he was fine.
Tonight there was more playing with the sandal box. Andrew was trying to encourage him to fit more of himself into it, but the attempts were not very successful. This is about as well as he fits in it when it's on its side:
Mong and Andrew have a very close relationship. I think it's because Andrew plays with Mong a lot and Mong appreciates that. Whatever the reason, Mong loooooves Andrew and likes to be near him. He also likes to play with Andrew's belongings, smell his shoes and socks, chew on his shoes and socks, and sleep on most of his stuff. This afternoon Mong took a power nap on Andrew's bookbag:
That is exactly how adorable and sweet he looked the entire time.
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06/26/05 Mong's butt in a b.u.m box is pretty entertaining, I think.
Well, we went away to Kingston for the weekend and I really do have lots of stuff to update the old weblog with, but I'm exhausted tonight and can't write a full, complete entry detailing it all. So, here is a half-assed entry basically telling you that I'm way too tired to do a full-assed entry. Yeah. It's Colin and Jen's fault because they invited us over to their new house to hang out with them tonight and we were there very, very late.
I will tell you that I got a new pair of sandals and while I am very happy with them I have to say that they came in a box that is really too small for Mong to comfortably wedge himself into. I put it out for him when we got home from Kingston tonight in case he wanted to try it out, so here is a tiny series of pictures of him doing so:
First we have him sitting in it for the first (and so far only) test of its amusement factor, nibbling on a corner of the lid to check it for tastiness:
Next comes him beginning to realize that so far the potential for having fun inside the box is quite limited and kind of looking around wondering what he should do next:
The exodus from the box:
And finally; Mong realizing he's entirely exhausted himself with all the strenuous box testing and deciding to rest for a while:
More to come tomorrow! But maybe not so many pictures.
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06/22/05 Maybe it's my sexy broccoli?
Today I went to the Loblaws near us and discovered something new. Apparently going to the grocery store with my hair in fuzzy braids and being kind of sweaty from having walked there drives checkout boys wild. Yes, the guy working the line I was in flirted with me just like the guy at the Loeb who always asks me if I want chocolate. I don't understand this phenomenon and I'm not being vain when I say that it happens. But it happens!
See, I went there with our cloth shopping bags. When I got to the front of the line I held them out to the guy and said, "I brought my own shopping bags. I don't know if that makes it more difficult for you or not." I said that because I know that when you're used to bagging things in retail there's a rhythm to it that makes things odd when it's interrupted.
He took them and laughed, saying, "Oh, yes, it's going to make things really hard for me. I'm not sure what I'll do. Maybe you can walk me through it." This was said in a friendly manner that I laughed along with because it was funny and not totally in the realm of flirtatiousness yet.
Then I said, "If you wouldn't mind putting the heavier items in this bag I'd appreciate it." One of the bags has long handles that make it easier for me to put over my shoulder, so it's better to carry the heavier items in it.
Checkout boy said with a big smile, "Well, I'm not sure which items you would consider heavy. Is broccoli heavy?" And he held up my broccoli. "What bag do you suggest I put it in?" I suggested it go in the bag of lighter items along with the bread and eggs since he was waiting for an answer. I dunno. Is broccoli heavy? The milk and yogurt were definitely heavy, O.K.?
Then as I was getting money out of my purse he looked down at my Johnstock keychain and said, "So, your name is John?"
I (being the socially awkward bumbler that I am) just said, "Ha, ha. It's a long story," instead of coming up with something funny or clever. I didn't want to be flirty myself, but at the same time I wish that I had good comeback instincts.
He seemed to accept that, however, and as I gathered up my bags to leave he said, "Bye, John."
When I got home from my shopping trip I told Andrew that I'd been flirted with and he seemed skeptical until I got to the part about the keychain. I realize that written out in black and white it might not sound entirely like I was being flirted with, but the vibe was strong. I swear! Re-read it with some Barry White playing in the background or something if you're having trouble with it.
Today I was going through my bookmark folder of weblogs that I like to visit. I check them pretty much every day (and sometimes twice a day) in the hopes that the people I like to
stalkkeep up with will have updated them. Well, I was pleased to see that Fussy had updated hers with a link to one of the funniest sites online! It's another site that Maysie introduced us to well over a year ago. That May. She has good internet taste. Anyhow, it's Baby's Named A Bad, Bad Thing and I think I might have linked to it a long time ago. Even if I did, it bears linking to again because it's so painfully funny that I am in the process of rereading the entire thing again.Lastly, here is a picture of Mong, the baddest of bad cats, being a bad cat. I hate it when he gets in behind my computer and he seems to find it a challenge now to hop quickly up onto my desk and get in behind there before I can grab him and fling him away. Check out his eyes glowing two different colours in this picture because he's so damn evil!
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06/21/05 I haven't sent any secrets yet.
I have another phantom cold. That means that I'll think I'm getting a cold, but then I don't get the cold. Earlier today I had clear and unmistakable cold-like symptoms and complained a little to Andrew that I was definitely getting a cold. Now, ten hours later, it seems that I am not. This has been happening to me since February on and off and while I'm happy to not actually get the colds I think I'm going to, I wonder what is going on. Am I suddenly so gosh-darned healthy that my immune system is zapping these phantom colds before they get a chance to hunker down? Am I suddenly ... super? Do I have a super power? Am I the cure for the common cold?
I think it's more likely that I am a hypochondriac who always thinks she's getting sick when in actuality she isn't. But wouldn't it be cool if I was super?
So, this weekend Andrew and I are heading to Kingston to see my family. There's a baby shower being held for Mimi that I'm going to on Saturday, and it's Doors Open weekend in Kingston so Andrew will get to go and look at lots of old Kingston buildings. We've decided to take Mong along with us on this trip. Why? Well, for a couple of reasons. Firstly we want to see how well he travels, and secondly we want to see how well he gets along with my mom's cats. We've been thinking more and more about getting a second cat to keep him company, but I think it would be smart to see how he behaves with other cats before we commit. So ... it should be interesting, at the very least. Personally I think he's going to be very happy to meet other cats. I think he gets frustrated with having to hang out with mere humans.
The ride to and from Kingston has the potential to be long and full of frustrated yowling since he'll have to stay in his carrier, but we know it could be like that and we're prepared. More or less.
Not much else happened today. It was rainy so I stayed home, and Andrew had to go do some work at the library. So I don't have much that's interesting to report. Something I've been meaning to link to for a while now, though, is PostSecret. It's a weblog that a guy keeps where people mail postcards to him that have their secrets written on them anonymously. He posts the best of them. Maysie is the one who introduced me to it and it's the most compelling site I've seen in a long, long time.
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The weather has been lovely and cool lately, something that makes me very happy after the debilitating wave of heat we were forced to endure for so long. Over the last few days it's been warming up to a very pleasant springslashsummer sort of niceness and I've been quite happy with that as well. The funny thing is, though, that for the last few days I just haven't been able to get warm enough! The night of the abortive attempt to install the air conditioner I was pretty convinced that I'd never, ever be cool again. And here I am, pulling out my blue fleece zipper hoodie to keep me warm and using an extra blanket at night. WEIRDness.
Today Andrew went over to Colin and Jen's new place again to help out with painting and whatnot. They all decided to go out for dinner and came to get me. We went to Sushi 88 and had a delicious and leisurely meal. The leisurely part was more because the service was kind of slow, but Jen assured me that it was a one-time thing, since every other time they've gone there the service has been good and prompt. Since the food was delicious I didn't mind so much, except for my bubble tea which came with all the tapioca balls stuck together in the bottom of my glass. Again; WEIRDness.
I went back to their place with them and helped out a bit with taping off the walls. Since the clothes I was wearing weren't exactly ones I could get paint on willy-nilly I ended up watching the actual painting. Andrew had surprised me earlier with the new acoustic version of Jagged Little Pill so we played that while we worked and it was nice. Colin and Jen's new house is lovely and the paint colours they've chosen are great. I have a crush on the type of windows they have in their new living room and want similar ones in my own future home.
I was telling Jen tonight about a yummy something I just learned how to make. It's called yocheese or YoChee and it's my new favourite breakfast food. It sounds weird but it's really, really good and makes the idea of yogurt much less gross to me. The thought of whey has always made me want to hurl, so anything that takes the whey out of anything is fine by me! I'm not going to order an actual yocheese maker since I just use a homemade system similar to the one they describe with the coffee filters, but that site has recipes and lots of answers to your yocheese questions. You know; if you have any.
I'm tired and it's bedtime, so let me leave off with the obligatory 'Mong is so cute' picture. He loves to sit in the living room window and soak up the sun and stare at birds. He always looks so peaceful and zen when he's doing it. Sigh.
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06/19/05 Walking in The Glebe is risky business sometimes.
Today was a good day ... FOR GETTING HIT BY A CAR! Yes, that's right. I got hit by a car a little bit. Just a little bit, so I'm fine. But still. Hit. By a car.
See, I was walking home from a pleasant trip to the bead store and the Loeb. I was heading for our apartment building along Bank street and got to the intersection of Glebe and Bank. I looked at the pedestrian signal and saw that I had the little white walking guy that means I have the right to walk across the street. So, I started to. There was a large, white older-model car kind of pulled halfway into the pedestrian walkway, but since there was room for me to cross I decided to go in front of the car rather than walking around behind it. I figured it was the safer option since walking around behind it could mean that cars turning left onto Glebe might not see me.
When I was directly in front of the car it started to drive forward. It drove up against me and I immediately slammed my hand down on the hood to stop myself from being knocked over underneath it. I also screamed a rather loud swear word, which seems to always be my reaction in a panic situation. Sorry, mom. The driver immediately stopped and I got myself out from in front of the car to the driver's side. I looked at him in disbelief and anger because he'd very nearly driven right over me when I had a clear traffic signal to walk across the road. Upon seeing that I was not injured and that I was very pissed off he got a big sneer on his face, started laughing and gave me the finger.
I was dumbfounded by this and told him very loudly that he was an asshole, at which point he drove away very fast, still laughing. I really, really wish I'd had the presence of mind to get his license plate number but since I was still freaked out by nearly getting run over with his giant car I wasn't quite with it enough to do that. When I got to the other side of the street I realized that I'd actually hurt my hand some when I hit his hood. The hood ornament had gotten pushed down by my hand and I'd scraped the heel of it and taken off some skin. It bled a bit, but when I got home I patched it up with a bandaid and some ointment and it's fine.
I was so scared and shaken by the whole thing, though, that I just hurried home and started bawling as soon as I got in the door. Poor Andrew had to deal with me until I'd calmed down a bit. I did calm down eventually and I'm not as furious now as I was then. I was pretty furious, let me tell you. I can laugh about it already, so I guess in the grand scheme of things it's not that serious. But still. What an absolute waste of skin that driver is.
From what I could tell in the little I saw he'd been looking left to make sure that there was no traffic coming in that direction. That just means he hadn't been looking to his right for a long time because he was pulled way out into the pedestrian walkway where he could see oncoming people and it's not like I snuck up on him or anything. There was even someone in the passenger seat as well, and either both of them missed seeing me or the passenger didn't expect his buddy to suddenly pull forward like that and didn't have time to say anything. I don't know. All I know for sure is that his grill was kissing my pants.
The rest of the day was very uneventful. Andrew went over to Colin and Jen's new house to help out a bit with some of the minor renovating they're doing before they move this week. When Colin got here he hung out for a few minutes while Andrew got ready to go and it was very nice to see him and tell him how the shower had gone. Every time anyone comes into or leaves our apartment there's a certain amount of Mongbrat wrangling that has to happen, so as Colin and Andrew left I held Mong and he serenaded them with his goodbye song. It's very loud and kind of tuneless.
Speaking of the bad, bad kitty; I have some cute pictures of him that I've been meaning to upload. First we have him laid out on the floor exactly as if he's been shot. Often he looks like he just died somewhere, especially when it's hot. See:
Something else that he loves to do is get inside of plastic bags and just kind of sit there. Paper bags are for romping in. Plastic bags are for posing in. Well, once you get inside of them, anyhow. Before getting inside them they are noisemakers of the best kind and he can rustle a plastic bag for a long, long time before he gets tired of it. Check him out when he's contentedly taking up space inside a plastic bag:
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Today was the shower for my cousin's girlfriend and their new baby. The shower went incredibly well if I do say so myself, despite it having turned me into a gigantic pellet. It wasn't the shower itself that did it; it was the preparation for the shower. I am a poor planner, and the process of readying for an event that I am hosting practically incapacitates me. Sometimes more, sometimes less, depending on my mental health and well-being at the time. Once I had everything readied for the shower and people started arriving it was absolutely fine, but up until that point ... not so much. In the end what is most important is that it did go off very well and I got to see my aunts and some of my cousins and the baby was adorable and sweet and got lots of nice stuff.
The plan had been to have Andrew's parents over to meet my mom and Mimi and July when the shower was finished, but it turns out that my aunts are a pack of party animals and the shower went on longer than expected, so Andrew's parents got to meet all of my aunts and some of my cousins, plus my mom and Mimi and July. This might have been a touch overwhelming, but soon after they arrived the rest of the partiers cleared out and we sat around and ate picked-over party food and socialized for a bit. Then Andrew's parents had to leave so the rest of us went for a walk to the candy store and then mom, Mimi and July had to head back to Kingston. Phew. It was a really great day, all told.
I was quite concerned about how Mongnut would react to the party atmosphere. Mom, Mimi and July arrived first and he was pretty frisky at that point, wanting to play with toys and July and help wrap gifts and get up on the dining room table to inspect my catering efforts. I put some plastic wrap-covered plates of fruit and veggies on the coffee table in the living room but he somehow managed to steal a piece of honeydew melon and he carried it into the dining room and licked it all over the floor. At that point I just let him keep it since it kept him occupied for a while (although I did throw it away when he was done with it). It lends strength to my theory that he'll eat anything we give him. Thus far it is an unproven theory because we don't give him people food, ever. Except that one time with Andrew and the mushroom.
Anyhow, I kept telling people what a bad cat he is because he's often so very, very bad. But as the day wore on I noticed that he wasn't being very, very bad. He was being very, very good. So good that people actually said he was good. People other than my mom, even. She's an apologist for badly behaved animals and will make up all kinds of sketchy excuses for their actions, like the sun was in their eyes or they're not used to people that smell like cauliflower. You know, things like that. But no; Mong was an angel for the majority of the shower. He curled himself up on a folded up rug behind the love seat and napped while we ate and chatted and watched the new mommy open the gifts. When he was up and about he didn't lunge at anyone (very seriously) and he didn't bite anyone that I saw except for maybe July a couple of times. And that's just because she's so small and irresistible to him.
Basically, he made a big lying liar out of me and nobody could understand why I said such mean, awful things about a poor widdle kitty witty. Bah. He'll be back to rearranging bookshelves and destroying home electronics by tomorrow, I'm sure.
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06/16/05 Preparing for an invasion.
So on Saturday I'm hosting a baby shower with my mom for my cousin's new baby. His girlfriend, the proud mother, will be here with her mom and the baby. Also in attendance will be my aunts, some of my female cousins, my mom, Mimi, July and me. There should be enough seating, even if it will be a bit cozy. I'm a bit concerned that Mong will get totally overstimulated and go flying around the living room taking a freak out on people's limbs. That won't endear him to anyone, least of all me. One option is to shut him in the bedroom with his food, water and litter and hope that he doesn't go nuts. The wailing will be loud if that happens. It'll be interesting, anyhow.
Since the food area will have to be the dining room Andrew and I are making the effort to convert it from our office/studio space into something more like a dining room for the event. The bookshelves and desks obviously have to stay where they are, but my art stuff is relocating into the bedroom temporarily and I suppose I'll have to tidy up my desk somewhat just because it's a bit of a disaster. Andrew is now talking about holding a bit of a soiree for his heritage studies colleagues, though, so that should happen before things go all artsy fartsy in here again.
After the shower we're going to have tea with Andrew's parents and my mom and Mimi and July. This'll be the first time anyone from our families have crossed paths. OoooOOOOooo. You know, after two years it just seems right. Hee hee.
Mongbutt's eye is much, much improved and he's totally back to his bratty self due to the combination of good health and cooler weather. Today I was doing dishes and he kept jumping up on the counter to 'help' me. When I rebuffed his generous efforts he decided to go exploring on the other counter and it was making me so mad. He's just so bad sometimes, and totally unrepentant. Then later tonight he suddenly fixated on a small box of miscellaneous papers and letters that was on the bottom of one of the bookshelves. He desperately wanted to get into it and pull out the contents. He did it three times and Andrew and I were both nearly dancing with rage. Andrew had to relocate the box to the very top of the shelves, which sucks because sometimes you just want things to be where you put them to begin with. I mean, I expect to have to babyproof when we finally procreate and our procreation begins its ambulatory phase of life, but come on! He's a cat!
Sigh. Anyhow, I'm tired and I have a lot to do tomorrow. I'm off to bed.
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