kitty cat

Breaking blogio silence to say:

I got a droid. Not a real one, just one of those phone things. You know.

Also, we got another kitten. He's black, and tiny, and has a crooked tail. We're thinking of naming him Toothless, after the dragon. YOU know.

And that's all! For now.

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I am always right.

Once upon a time, we got married and needed a couch.  So we bought a used one, for $70, and it was hideous.

 Then we bought a house, and decided we should be sophisticated and try to not have anymore very ugly furniture -- only marginally ugly.  So we decided to move the Old Couch down into the basement (which is another issue ENTIRELY.  Tony wants to turn our small, cold, stony, leaky, smelly, spidery, horror-movie-set of a basement into a guest bedroom/hang out spot, and well have you seen our basement??  No, probably not.  I should take a picture to show you except the picture wouldn't turn out because you can't take pictures of ghosts, which is what I'm pretty sure our basement is, primarily.)

Anyway, the conversation went something like this:

Tony: I want to put the couch in the basement.

Me: WHY.

Tony: Because I could play video games down there!

Me: A demon will possess you if you spend more than 10 minutes down there at a time.  Also spiders will bite you.

Tony: You are a weirdo.

Me: Need I remind you how you made me go with you to turn out the basement light after we moved in because you were too scared to go alone?

Tony: Help me put the couch in the basement.
Me: It's not going to fit.
Tony: Yes it is.

Tony: It's going to fit.

Tony: I promise it's going to fit.

Tony: ALRIGHT.  You win.  Help me pull it up.
Me: I can't, I have to document how much this couch was never going to fit in the basement.

Tony: Now it's a fort!

This pen we've never seen before emerged from the depths of the couch after all the severe jostling it went through.  We've had the couch for a little over a year and never discovered it before.  I wonder what else is hiding in there.

At any rate, we moved in a futon we had from another room and now our living room is looking much better, in my opinion.  I told Tony he could put some folding chairs in the basement.

No part of the house is completely put together yet, but I prettied up the living room bookshelves a little.

And here's some paper carnations I made, using muffin liners.  Probably the easiest thing in the world, and very pretty.

I love these little adventures so much I could puke.

The one in which I whine a lot.

I'm having an Ugly Day.  I could really go for some more ice cream.  Instead I'm making bacon in the microwave.

I really need a haircut.  I need to know what to do with these BANGS.

I need to go camping, have barbecues, pool parties.  I need a mini vacation.  I need some sun.

I need to clean my house big time.

This is the dice we bought for our pen-and-paper game we started playing with some friends.  Yes, we are total nerds.

I'm going to a water aerobics class with a friend tomorrow.  I'll probs look like an idiot, but what else is new.

Maya wants to say hi too.

She's such a hosebeast.

Sharing some good advice #2

When your husbands go shooting with their buddy all weekend without you YET AGAIN, it's time to go get yourself some ice cream.

This is Cotton Candy + Mint, and I don't want to hear one word out of your mouth until you run to your local Cold Stone and try it.  I'm serious.  Also, it does wonders for your PMS; it may even save your cat's life.

I spent a large part of my day watching an America's Next Top Model marathon, which is so not my kind of show and yet I couldn't turn it off.  I spent another part of my day going for a long walk and my wonderful Birkenstock's gave me blisters.  Tony comes home with gashes and fingernails missing and doesn't notice, but I've been limping all around the house because of two tiny blisters, and I ask you is it really so fair for husbands to go on so many adventures without their wives?  No.  The answer is no.  Goodnight.