Another adventure in cat ownership: I was on the phone with someone about a callback. Because I didn't want the cats interuppting, I went into my back room and closed the door. Sadly, the effort was in vain, because Persephone, with her determination to be a pain in the ass at every turn, began banging against the door and screaming louder than a police siren. Finally even the interviewer had to ask what was going on. Embarassed, I explained that I wasn't killing my cat. She's just a spoiled brat! Have a lovely Sunday! VAI.
Nothing in the world can make you laugh than a good friend. Case in point, the first text on my phone when I woke up this morning: "What day is it?" I called back, to find the aforementioned friend suffering a searing hangover, because he decided to play a drinking game with his friends: Watch Season 4 of Project Runway, and take a shot every time someone says the words "fierce" or "fabulous." To my Christian Siriano-obsessed friend, I gave this advice: "Black coffee, cold shower, and no more "dumb" for you this weekend." Have a great Saturday! VAI.
I learned something new yesterday: Why people calling in to a radio station curse when they don't win. I've never called a radio station for anything before yesterday, but felt inspired to try with the promise of tickets to see my favorite band up for grabs. The exercise taught me two things: One, no amount of begging, pleading, spells or prayers can make up for the HUGE lack of luck I have in games of chance. Two, when people cuss on the air, they're not as out-of-line as I always thought! TGIF! VAI.
Today's story: You're Doing it Wrong. Here in CO, we have an almost-forgotten rule of the roads, in the category of "mountain driving etiquette," which states: If you're at the front of a long line of cars on a single lane road, who want to go faster than you, you're to pull over and let them pass. I was driving one of those roads over the weekend, in one of those lines. The car at the front gets half credit for this attempt: He did let everyone pass. But, didn't pull over. Instead, he flipped on his hazzards, slammed to a stop in the middle of the road, and started gesturing with his arm for us to go around him!C+ for the effort. F for execution. Have a great Thursday! Voted!
Of all the things I love about being a cat owner (i.e: slave), nothing quite gives me the same special feeling as coming home after a long, long day of work, to have to ask, quite seriously, "Have I been burglarized?" at the sight of the destruction that used to be a neatly ordered house. No, no...just the cats, making the most of the unchaperoned day! Have a great Tuesday! Voted!
