Also, I didn’t get to the gym this morning. This is in part because my stupid cheap-ass alarm clock (which has lasted 2 years, which is about 18 months longer than I expected it to, really) is too dead to set the alarm on anymore, and in part because Ted had a migraine this morning and I wasn’t about to ask him to get up and drive me to the fucking gym. *God*, I’m in a shitty mood.
*sigh*
You know, no matter how cheerful I am when I get up, it’s pretty much totally fucked by having to spend twenty minutes cleaning up dog shit. And last night somebody left a bag of jolly ranchers on the counter, which the cats helpfully knocked off the counter and into the kitchen, so this morning besides dog shit there were also sticky nasty jolly ranchers to clean up off the floor. Furthermore, Chanti, having emptied her bladder on the floor while people are showering, has no interest in going outside…
teeth
Have I mentioned that my teeth are really clean? :)
artful what?
So Geoff, my old coworker from IAI, saw us at the Bear Tooth a couple of days ago and this reminded him to add us to the happy hour mailing list. This morning, having been added, there was an intro: Catie “Mizkit” Murphy & Ted Lee – Alumni from the glory days of Internet Alaska. Also recovering semi-recent Californians. (Welcome back to the Great State!) https://mizkit.com for artful online self-disclosure… :) Artful online self-disclosure. *eyes my previous entry* Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Flattering, in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way, but riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. :)
tired
I am tired of cleaning up dog shit, too. And for some reason Zilli’s decided he’d rather crap on the floor instead of in the litter box. I’ve spent the last half hour cleaning up animal poop. Half of that was spent cleaning the kitchen. When I was done with the kitchen I discovered that darling little Chantico, who had not deigned to go to the bathroom at all when I brought her out immediately before beginning to clean, had taken a dump in the foyer. On the one hand…