You Just Know...

...the evening is going to be awesome when you come home at the end of the day with your arms full of stuff from the hot car to find presents from the cat.  And by presents I don't mean "ooo yay!" I mean gifts left for me by Linda Blair kitty.  So I follow the trail of puke from the living room, into the kitchen and around into the laundry room.  I put my dinner in the microwave, where it is just going to have to live for awhile.  I clean up the mess, thanking god most of it was on the non-carpeted flooring.  I carry out the bag of bio-harzad and hurry back into the cool house only to find the cat at the top of the stairs glaring down at me as if everything is my fault.  It's my fault she ate so much fur and made herself sick.  Maybe it's even my fault she has so much fur.  Who knows.  She is such a strange little cat.  She seriously gets strange when I clean the house, which I've been doing this week.  So, my one or two blog readers, in the future if you come to my house and it is dirty it is because that is how the cat likes it and she obviously runs the joint.

How Monday Night Went...

Well, it went into Tuesday morning.  I have learned that my imagination is really a terrible thing sometimes.  And I think everything in the house (including the cat) was screwing with my mind last night.  Every single crappy scary (and not scary) movie I have seen somehow found its way into my mind last night.  There was no rest for the wicked.

I decided to take advantage of my inability to sleep and watch some late night talk shows.  I used to love watching Letterman, so that is where I started last night.  I was incredibly disappointed when I found out who his guest was.  Of ALL the nights it figures it was the one night I was watching that this guest was on.  There are really only two people that would make me change the channel.  One is Billy Bell from this season of So You Think You Can Dance.  There is just something about that guy that gives me the willies.  I just can't stand him.  The other is...Nicholas Cage.  I hate Nicholas Cage.  So I had to go watch huge chin-fat head Leno.  Then I went and watched crappy Hallmark Channel movies.

I am hopeful that night will go better.  If all else fails it looks like I can watch a bunch of episodes of Gene Simmons Family Jewels.

Monday Monday

The house feels so empty when David is away.  But someone seems to relish in claiming new territory:

Me:  "Hey!  Do you belong there?!"

Puppy:  "I don't see how it's any of your business if I belong here or not!"

She is still there.  She may still be there when David gets home.  You just never know with here.  I'm working up the, hmm, what is the word I'm looking for.  I need to start vacuuming and I'm trying to get the get up and go to do it.  I'm just feeling blah today.  Buddy (Cake Boss) is making a dragon cake.  That is more my speed right now. :(

~Emily