It's getting pretty hot/humid these days, which can result in ... shall we say ... more "colorful" customers ... at least that's how we choose to interpret it.
Today, a certain coworker of mine (about 26, Wheaton alum, worked at Honey Rock -- with AndreaW) was ringing up a customer. He must've asked her how she was doing or something equally suggestive, because all of a sudden she's saying (loudly -- the whole front of the store heard her),
"I'm over 60, my boobs are sagging, and if it gets any worse, I'm going to have to pay you for sex!"
O .... ooookaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy ...
When one of the full-timers saw how he was stammering and completely unable to function after that, he sidled up to the poor young man and said, "Hey, this is your opportunity to create a total WOW customer experience! C'mon, man, take one for the team!"
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Caspian
Just went to see Prince Caspian at the Glen Art this past Sunday (yep, it's still there!*)
It was visually entertaining, the plot wasn't bad**, Lucy is still far less annoying than in the old British version (did anyone else want to give that Lucy a good smack?), the music was lovely, yadda yadda --
then what is the name of all that is furry was up with the music at the end?!? It's a period/fantasy film, people! Contemporary pop does not belong anywhere near there! If you must, put it at the end of the credits, when most people have left the theater! Not when there are still talking lions and girls in fancy medieval-style dresses still on the screen!
Five bucks says Miley Cyrus is in the third movie.
* There is also now a sign at their concession stand that says:
All our popcorn
is made with
CHOLESTEROL.
FREE oil!
It was visually entertaining, the plot wasn't bad**, Lucy is still far less annoying than in the old British version (did anyone else want to give that Lucy a good smack?), the music was lovely, yadda yadda --
then what is the name of all that is furry was up with the music at the end?!? It's a period/fantasy film, people! Contemporary pop does not belong anywhere near there! If you must, put it at the end of the credits, when most people have left the theater! Not when there are still talking lions and girls in fancy medieval-style dresses still on the screen!
Five bucks says Miley Cyrus is in the third movie.
* There is also now a sign at their concession stand that says:
All our popcorn
is made with
CHOLESTEROL.
FREE oil!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Not for Boys
Ladies, I have found the Wave of the Future. It will save tons of money in the long run, and is way less hassle than anything else out there. This is personal testimony.
Just, ah ... get a pot at a thrift store to sterilize it.
Just, ah ... get a pot at a thrift store to sterilize it.
Monday, June 09, 2008
New Blog
For all you moms out there (you know who you are), I would like to introduce you to my friend, Liz. The link to her blog is right there at the top ... see? She's an amazing person (an MA and 3 kids under 5! Jordana, any of that sound vaguely familiar?), plus she makes fabulous baby slings. She uses primarily batik fabric, all of it 100% cotton.
Anyway, stop by her blog, say hi, and give the lady some book recommendations! (Yay! A reader!)
Anyway, stop by her blog, say hi, and give the lady some book recommendations! (Yay! A reader!)
Monday, June 02, 2008
Not Good
Something Terrible has happened in the last few years:
I've begun to appreciate cute shoes.
I could blame Michael, who rented me "In Her Shoes" a few years ago when I was sick. I could blame Jennifer Weiner, who wrote the book upon which the movie was based. But I think I should place the blame squarely on the actual culprit:
Estrogen.
Fortunately for everyone, I have a job that requires sneakers. But rest assured, Wes' wedding (if I get an invite) will require New Shoes. And I will have lots of fun shopping for them.
I've begun to appreciate cute shoes.
I could blame Michael, who rented me "In Her Shoes" a few years ago when I was sick. I could blame Jennifer Weiner, who wrote the book upon which the movie was based. But I think I should place the blame squarely on the actual culprit:
Estrogen.
Fortunately for everyone, I have a job that requires sneakers. But rest assured, Wes' wedding (if I get an invite) will require New Shoes. And I will have lots of fun shopping for them.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
That was *so* last week
... after a full night of being unceremoniously dumped on the floor whenever he dispensed with the eye-poking, Merlin has decided that perhaps he should concentrate his efforts elsewhere.
So now he just shuts himself in the bathroom about 10 times a day.
Apparently, he thinks he's a 13-year-old girl.
So now he just shuts himself in the bathroom about 10 times a day.
Apparently, he thinks he's a 13-year-old girl.
Monday, April 28, 2008
CuddleNazi
Merlin has a New Thing.
When I do not dispense with the cuddles in a timely fashion (like, say, 'cause I'm ASLEEP), he pokes me in the eye. Repeatedly.
When I do not dispense with the cuddles in a timely fashion (like, say, 'cause I'm ASLEEP), he pokes me in the eye. Repeatedly.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Justine
I may or may not have mentioned the kittens' Number One Fan (outside of their nuclear family, of course). Her name is Justine and she's currently in first grade.
First, the setting: our townhouse is set a couple feet off the ground, so steps to the front door, that kind of thing. We also have floor-to-almost-ceiling windows in every room (before you think we're overly posh, let me tell you that the windows are also very Dry Rotted and our landlord can't afford to replace them, so we are currently looking into ways to keep the outside out, so to speak. Does anyone know if there's a kind of caulk or caulk-like substance that will work on windowsills?).
Our kitchen window is on the communal yard side of our house, which means that the kits can -- without having to jump to a windowsill -- watch all sorts of kids playing. And vice versa.
So when we got the kittens last year (already? Wow.) and I'd set up a little corral-fence in the kitchen right next to the window, a certain five-year-old (at the time) girl got to watch the kittens grow up from tiny puffballs to the sleek cats they are now. We couldn't bring them outside until they'd had their shots, however, and the one time we managed to get the cats out before it got too cold, she was at a friend's house. And modern adult/child neighbor relations being what they are, we couldn't very well invite her inside. So she made a habit of coming to our kitchen window after school every day. She kept a small stick near the window and would lightly scratch at the screen and the cats would come running and flirt shamelessly with her. (Molly especially would Pose Like A Supermodel at her. I have no idea where she got that from.) She'd put her hands against the screen and the cats would rub up against her hands. Cue the violins.
Until this past Sunday. We took the cats out, and Justine was home! She got to pat them silly and was the giggliest, happiest little girl in the world. Especially since the cats recognized her scent and were incredibly friendly with her. She drew us a picture of herself at school (everyone: awwww) and has been stopping by the window for a chat/play with the cats every day. Yesterday, her mom let her come inside for a visit. Mom can see into our kitchen from her front step (where she was sitting, watching her older son play catch), so every once in a while Justine would stand in the window and tell her mom she wasn't coming home ever.
Plus, she wore the cats out pretty good. She even got Molly to chase her up and down the hallway -- that cat hardly ever wears out. We managed to get Kermit out of bed for a midnight (for him) snack.
Kids are such fun.
First, the setting: our townhouse is set a couple feet off the ground, so steps to the front door, that kind of thing. We also have floor-to-almost-ceiling windows in every room (before you think we're overly posh, let me tell you that the windows are also very Dry Rotted and our landlord can't afford to replace them, so we are currently looking into ways to keep the outside out, so to speak. Does anyone know if there's a kind of caulk or caulk-like substance that will work on windowsills?).
Our kitchen window is on the communal yard side of our house, which means that the kits can -- without having to jump to a windowsill -- watch all sorts of kids playing. And vice versa.
So when we got the kittens last year (already? Wow.) and I'd set up a little corral-fence in the kitchen right next to the window, a certain five-year-old (at the time) girl got to watch the kittens grow up from tiny puffballs to the sleek cats they are now. We couldn't bring them outside until they'd had their shots, however, and the one time we managed to get the cats out before it got too cold, she was at a friend's house. And modern adult/child neighbor relations being what they are, we couldn't very well invite her inside. So she made a habit of coming to our kitchen window after school every day. She kept a small stick near the window and would lightly scratch at the screen and the cats would come running and flirt shamelessly with her. (Molly especially would Pose Like A Supermodel at her. I have no idea where she got that from.) She'd put her hands against the screen and the cats would rub up against her hands. Cue the violins.
Until this past Sunday. We took the cats out, and Justine was home! She got to pat them silly and was the giggliest, happiest little girl in the world. Especially since the cats recognized her scent and were incredibly friendly with her. She drew us a picture of herself at school (everyone: awwww) and has been stopping by the window for a chat/play with the cats every day. Yesterday, her mom let her come inside for a visit. Mom can see into our kitchen from her front step (where she was sitting, watching her older son play catch), so every once in a while Justine would stand in the window and tell her mom she wasn't coming home ever.
Plus, she wore the cats out pretty good. She even got Molly to chase her up and down the hallway -- that cat hardly ever wears out. We managed to get Kermit out of bed for a midnight (for him) snack.
Kids are such fun.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
It's Spring!
We took the cats out on leashes two days ago ... I wrestled Merlin and Miri into their harnesses, handed them off to Husband and Brother-in-law, respectively, then set to work on Molly, who was being A Challenge (suffice it to say that when the time comes to put a screaming toddler into a snowsuit, it will Not Be A Problem. Toddlers don't have 16 claws.). As soon as Molly and I stepped outside, Miri saw the open door and dragged poor Jonathan back inside (all, what, 8? pounds of her), saying She Will Not Go. She spent the rest of the time watching from the kitchen window. All of our windows are floor-to-ceiling and it didn't take Merlin too long to find out that if he stood on the air-conditioning unit, he could be nose-to-nose with Miri. All 3 of them hung out by the window for a while until Interesting Smells called the outdoor cats away.
Merlin did especially well outside and it didn't take him long at all before his tail was up and he was swaggering around like he owned the neighborhood. Odd thing: he loved rolling in the grass, dirt, sidewalk, whatever, and got his leash good and thoroughly wound around himself until he couldn't move anymore. It reminded me of Scratchy, who used to head straight for the biggest patch of dirt in our backyard in Santa Fe and roll around until his normally pristine white fur was the shade of a well-groomed Irish Setter. Fortunately for Merlin, he has sisters to help him out in getting clean so he wasn't subjected to the post-walk bath that became a regular with Scratchy.
Molly started to like the outdoors as well, following everywhere Merlin went (after allowing for a suitable time lapse to make sure the bushes Didn't Kill Him) and doing pretty much everything he did -- except for the rolling part. That's entirely too dirty for the little MollyDolly (but would've been right up Miri's alley, were she to have been there).
Merlin did especially well outside and it didn't take him long at all before his tail was up and he was swaggering around like he owned the neighborhood. Odd thing: he loved rolling in the grass, dirt, sidewalk, whatever, and got his leash good and thoroughly wound around himself until he couldn't move anymore. It reminded me of Scratchy, who used to head straight for the biggest patch of dirt in our backyard in Santa Fe and roll around until his normally pristine white fur was the shade of a well-groomed Irish Setter. Fortunately for Merlin, he has sisters to help him out in getting clean so he wasn't subjected to the post-walk bath that became a regular with Scratchy.
Molly started to like the outdoors as well, following everywhere Merlin went (after allowing for a suitable time lapse to make sure the bushes Didn't Kill Him) and doing pretty much everything he did -- except for the rolling part. That's entirely too dirty for the little MollyDolly (but would've been right up Miri's alley, were she to have been there).
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Felis vs. Machina
I have previously mentioned Merlin's Thing about water bottles (i.e. that they Must Be Knocked Over). Apparently, Things With Water Reservoirs falls under the Water Bottle heading.
To wit, our humidifier. Ole Merl found out that not only is there a lot of water to play with in there, but if you knock apart the whole thing, there's a soggy papery treat (filter) inside to tear apart and scatter.
We (I) have tried the following:
1. Yelling at Merlin. Right.
Merlin: 1; Momcat: 0
2. Came up with an ingenious truss (somewhat resembling a bridle) made out of cotton straps and a buckle that effectively held everything down. Merlin studied it for 5 seconds, grabbed one of the straps in his teeth and yanked sideways. Water all over the place, plus there's this great new rope thingy to play with!
Merlin: 2; Momcat:1/2 (hey, that humidi-bridle took all afternoon! Pitypoint.)
3. Immediately after Incident 2, I found a bungee-net that I use to cover the basket on my bike. I hooked it around the humidifier, completely covering the thing with bungee strappage. Again, Merlin studied it for a few seconds (long enough for me to get back into bed) and then we heard the telltale gurgling of the water reservoir. Looked up in time to see Merlin, with a bungee in his teeth, standing about a foot away from the humidifier as he's dragging it across the room. Sproing! And it's all over.
Merlin: 3; Momcat: 1/2
4. Finally, a blash of frilliance. Got some industrial-strength sticky-backed velcro strips, stuck everything together so's you can actually lift the whole thing up by the previously detachable reservoir. Ha! Got into bed, heard aforementioned gurgle, looked up in time to see Merlin picking up the whole dang thing by the power cord and tipping the whole lot over.
Merlin: 5 ('cause seriously); Momcat: 0 (who am I kidding?)
Further bulletins as events warrant.
To wit, our humidifier. Ole Merl found out that not only is there a lot of water to play with in there, but if you knock apart the whole thing, there's a soggy papery treat (filter) inside to tear apart and scatter.
We (I) have tried the following:
1. Yelling at Merlin. Right.
Merlin: 1; Momcat: 0
2. Came up with an ingenious truss (somewhat resembling a bridle) made out of cotton straps and a buckle that effectively held everything down. Merlin studied it for 5 seconds, grabbed one of the straps in his teeth and yanked sideways. Water all over the place, plus there's this great new rope thingy to play with!
Merlin: 2; Momcat:1/2 (hey, that humidi-bridle took all afternoon! Pitypoint.)
3. Immediately after Incident 2, I found a bungee-net that I use to cover the basket on my bike. I hooked it around the humidifier, completely covering the thing with bungee strappage. Again, Merlin studied it for a few seconds (long enough for me to get back into bed) and then we heard the telltale gurgling of the water reservoir. Looked up in time to see Merlin, with a bungee in his teeth, standing about a foot away from the humidifier as he's dragging it across the room. Sproing! And it's all over.
Merlin: 3; Momcat: 1/2
4. Finally, a blash of frilliance. Got some industrial-strength sticky-backed velcro strips, stuck everything together so's you can actually lift the whole thing up by the previously detachable reservoir. Ha! Got into bed, heard aforementioned gurgle, looked up in time to see Merlin picking up the whole dang thing by the power cord and tipping the whole lot over.
Merlin: 5 ('cause seriously); Momcat: 0 (who am I kidding?)
Further bulletins as events warrant.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
According to Some
I have a puffy purple winter hat, which I call my Great-Aunt Maude Hat. I knit it with wool and purple Eyelash yarn and then felted the whole thing so that it looks like a giant purple puff sitting on my head. When I'm home, the Great-Aunt Maude Hat resides in a bin next to our front door.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I trod on said hat. In the bathroom. In the middle of the night. A whole living room and hallway away from where it normally lives. Upon questioning, here is what They have to say for themselves:
Molly: I Have No Idea What You're Talking About. Ooh! Did you bring home chips?
Merlin: You should have seen it!!! This GIANT PURPLE THING was creeping around in the middle of the night, I know, 'cause I was watching, that's what a good cat does, always watching, and I tracked it through the living room, and then when it was about to go into the bedroom and KILL US ALL, I RAN and POUNCED on it, and KILLED it, and now it's dead!!!
Miri: I'm not saying anything happened, but if something did happen, The Hat Had It Coming.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I trod on said hat. In the bathroom. In the middle of the night. A whole living room and hallway away from where it normally lives. Upon questioning, here is what They have to say for themselves:
Molly: I Have No Idea What You're Talking About. Ooh! Did you bring home chips?
Merlin: You should have seen it!!! This GIANT PURPLE THING was creeping around in the middle of the night, I know, 'cause I was watching, that's what a good cat does, always watching, and I tracked it through the living room, and then when it was about to go into the bedroom and KILL US ALL, I RAN and POUNCED on it, and KILLED it, and now it's dead!!!
Miri: I'm not saying anything happened, but if something did happen, The Hat Had It Coming.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
WTF
I'm typing this without any vision correction, so you'll have to forgive the typos ... I just didn't want to forget this one ...
We have a standard tub/shower situation in our bathroom. Now that the kits have stopped pooping in the tub when left unattended (don't ask), they love it in the bathroom. Best place ever.
One of their favorite toys is the shower curtain. At night, after we've gone to bed, Molly in particular likes to go tikka-tikka-tikka with her paws on the heavy vinyl liner. Very, very loud.
Tonight after my shower, I noticed a little bit of light shining through the shower curtain where no bit of light should be:
Five feet up on the liner is a little hole, surrounded by unmistakable claw/teeth marks.
We have a standard tub/shower situation in our bathroom. Now that the kits have stopped pooping in the tub when left unattended (don't ask), they love it in the bathroom. Best place ever.
One of their favorite toys is the shower curtain. At night, after we've gone to bed, Molly in particular likes to go tikka-tikka-tikka with her paws on the heavy vinyl liner. Very, very loud.
Tonight after my shower, I noticed a little bit of light shining through the shower curtain where no bit of light should be:
Five feet up on the liner is a little hole, surrounded by unmistakable claw/teeth marks.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Update
Have I mentioned Merlin's Thing?
It's water bottles. They must be Knocked Down. If I've mentioned this before, then just consider this an acknowledgment that it's still going strong. The little boy also doesn't really make with the purring and cuddling -- until nighttime, when I can't get him off me. He must curl up either next to me (under the covers, except for the head, no covers on the head) or on my pillow ('scuse me, his pillow). Usually he paces back and forth between these two locations, and will wake me up if I'm not lifting the covers up for him. All the while purring fit to bust. Love is a very busy thing.
He also loooooves going into the bathroom with us. Don't know why. It's just a Thing He Does.
Molly likes to cuddle when we're lying on the couch. She'll jump up on my chest between me and my book, stand there until I realize that it's Not Reading Time Now, then she'll curl up for a nap. She also still likes to ride on shoulders, although it's a dicey hobby now, as she is too big to just perch. So there's lots of lounging around shoulders and necks. Like right now.
Miri isn't the biggest cuddler, but once you're at the computer, it's all over. That's Her Time. She'll stand in front of the monitor until you stop typing, then jump at your chest until you cuddle her. She's also the one most likely to start purring just because you're looking at her.
Miri and Merlin both also like to play Catch the Cursor. I think a really great, hi-tech (expensive) cat toy would be something like Crimsonland (a game Michael's been playing) with a touch-sensitive screen so the cats could actually play along. I know Merlin would adore that.
It's water bottles. They must be Knocked Down. If I've mentioned this before, then just consider this an acknowledgment that it's still going strong. The little boy also doesn't really make with the purring and cuddling -- until nighttime, when I can't get him off me. He must curl up either next to me (under the covers, except for the head, no covers on the head) or on my pillow ('scuse me, his pillow). Usually he paces back and forth between these two locations, and will wake me up if I'm not lifting the covers up for him. All the while purring fit to bust. Love is a very busy thing.
He also loooooves going into the bathroom with us. Don't know why. It's just a Thing He Does.
Molly likes to cuddle when we're lying on the couch. She'll jump up on my chest between me and my book, stand there until I realize that it's Not Reading Time Now, then she'll curl up for a nap. She also still likes to ride on shoulders, although it's a dicey hobby now, as she is too big to just perch. So there's lots of lounging around shoulders and necks. Like right now.
Miri isn't the biggest cuddler, but once you're at the computer, it's all over. That's Her Time. She'll stand in front of the monitor until you stop typing, then jump at your chest until you cuddle her. She's also the one most likely to start purring just because you're looking at her.
Miri and Merlin both also like to play Catch the Cursor. I think a really great, hi-tech (expensive) cat toy would be something like Crimsonland (a game Michael's been playing) with a touch-sensitive screen so the cats could actually play along. I know Merlin would adore that.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Not to offend other photographers in our midst ...
... but I've found yet another artist I'm loving. Interesting concept with vintage equipment. And I like her first name ... if not the spelling ...
Friday, November 16, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
CatSpa
Last night after I went to bed, Merlin pinned my head down with his front paws and scrubbed my face clean. I started giggling, which I guess caused my forehead to wiggle, 'cause he kept biting my forehead (which is every bit as strange as it sounds) and then combing my eyebrows with his teeth. Possible conclusion: Merlin likes the taste of tea tree oil ...?
At any rate, cheapest microdermabrasion ever.
(On a side note, Michael had to stop using hair gel because Molly kept grooming it out of his hair, and we were worried that perhaps a tiny cat shouldn't be ingesting so much of that stuff.)
At any rate, cheapest microdermabrasion ever.
(On a side note, Michael had to stop using hair gel because Molly kept grooming it out of his hair, and we were worried that perhaps a tiny cat shouldn't be ingesting so much of that stuff.)
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
The Secret Lives of Cats
I've been home sick for the past two days (a cold that grew into a Sinus Infection) and I have discovered something about the kittens: from 9 to 10 am, they Destroy Things. They separate and find something in the house that shouldn't be chewed or torn and then they, well, you know. Miri likes to rip at the binding in notebooks and sketchbooks, Molly likes to shred paper, and Merlin just knocks things over and gets them stuck under furniture. (Michael, I believe this is when your water bottle finds its way under the bed. And your alarm clock. And your chapstick.)
Why 9 am, you ask? Why not 8 am? Simple: from 8 to 9, kids are lining up for the bus stop (same bus comes back and picks up different age groups for different schools) right across the street. Various groups stop by our window and watch the kittens, who watch back. Ten am to one pm they play with each other (with snack breaks), 1 to 2:45ish they nap. Then it's time to Watch Kids again. This takes a little longer than the morning, because some of the kids drop off their stuff at home and come back for an encore. The kittens will tag-team and take turns napping, so as to keep up the show a little bit longer. Somewhere in here is when I come home from work, and it's time to Sit On Mama And Make Her Take A Nap. (I don't mind -- wouldn't want to disappoint the kids, you know.)
Why 9 am, you ask? Why not 8 am? Simple: from 8 to 9, kids are lining up for the bus stop (same bus comes back and picks up different age groups for different schools) right across the street. Various groups stop by our window and watch the kittens, who watch back. Ten am to one pm they play with each other (with snack breaks), 1 to 2:45ish they nap. Then it's time to Watch Kids again. This takes a little longer than the morning, because some of the kids drop off their stuff at home and come back for an encore. The kittens will tag-team and take turns napping, so as to keep up the show a little bit longer. Somewhere in here is when I come home from work, and it's time to Sit On Mama And Make Her Take A Nap. (I don't mind -- wouldn't want to disappoint the kids, you know.)
A Quiet Month
I was just scrolling through my blog folder and saw that I hadn't posted in almost a month ... yeah, that happens sometimes.
Although I had promised Husband that I would post this one really, really daft thing I did. So I'd better get it over with.
We were coming back from a Trinity (College? University? There's two of them, and it's not the first one you're thinking of) somewhere southeast of here. It was a little late (7:30 -- I get to work at 6 am, people! 7:30 pm is Late!) and I was admittedly very tired. But I was driving 'cause Michael was sick and it was my car, so yeah. I was heading down a long, light-free, two-lane stretch of Roosevelt when the road curved a little bit to the right. So little, in fact, that I didn't notice and thought the truck in the right lane was drifting toward me. I honked and swerved out of the way -- and back into my lane.
So essentially, I almost swerved into a truck, then honked at him and swerved back.
If anyone drives a truck and this story sounds familiar, I'm sorry. I know I'm an idiot.
Although I had promised Husband that I would post this one really, really daft thing I did. So I'd better get it over with.
We were coming back from a Trinity (College? University? There's two of them, and it's not the first one you're thinking of) somewhere southeast of here. It was a little late (7:30 -- I get to work at 6 am, people! 7:30 pm is Late!) and I was admittedly very tired. But I was driving 'cause Michael was sick and it was my car, so yeah. I was heading down a long, light-free, two-lane stretch of Roosevelt when the road curved a little bit to the right. So little, in fact, that I didn't notice and thought the truck in the right lane was drifting toward me. I honked and swerved out of the way -- and back into my lane.
So essentially, I almost swerved into a truck, then honked at him and swerved back.
If anyone drives a truck and this story sounds familiar, I'm sorry. I know I'm an idiot.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Who needs Metamucil?
I just freed Merlin from a two-foot length of poopy pink yarn that was hanging out of his butt.
Reminds me of Scratchy, who used to leave me intact rubber bands in the litter box (he left them with the rest of his leavings; that would be a very strange place for a cat's cache). I viewed them as a gift: a reminder of the vet bill I wouldn't be paying, causing me to send up a prayer of thanks that my cats have Digestive Tracts of Steel.
Which would be a good name for a band.
Reminds me of Scratchy, who used to leave me intact rubber bands in the litter box (he left them with the rest of his leavings; that would be a very strange place for a cat's cache). I viewed them as a gift: a reminder of the vet bill I wouldn't be paying, causing me to send up a prayer of thanks that my cats have Digestive Tracts of Steel.
Which would be a good name for a band.
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