Okay, I am officially one TIRED Big Cat. First, there were some idiots having a party last night at the community center next door, who kept getting louder and louder; and since we do have a noise ordinance and they’re supposed to shut the hell up by midnight, at 12:15 I became the Official Neighborhood Bitchy Old Lady and called the cops on 'em. They quieted down, but kept turning the volume up gradually again until 1:12; I was giving them till 1:15 and then I was going to call the cops again, but they finally went the hell home. So now I need to go complain to the folks who run the rec center about how they need to make sure the idiots who use the place understand the rules. But needless to say, I did not get a good night’s sleep.
Then this morning Papa T. and I went to his company’s annual pic-a-nic, for which they rent out Six Flags for the day. (Yeah, it’s a big company.) It was drizzling and kinda yucky, but we figured if the big rides weren’t running, we’d just eat the free yummy lunch and then go home. As it turned out, most of the big rides were doing just fine, except that on the big Superman steel coaster, they had shortened up the (mandatory) seatbelts since the last time we were there till a normal adult-sized human could barely fasten them; I got mine done by sucking in my tummy real tight, but Papa T. couldn’t get his done for love nor money. So they wouldn’t let him ride. Stupid size-ism. 
But then he dragged me on the hang-face-down-through-the-whole-ride Batwing coaster, and to his amusement and that of the two young men beside him, I screamed the whole ride. Except being a singer for a lot of years, I’ve got good breath control, so basically I screamed one long scream for half the ride, at the only point when I was actually right side up took a deep breath, and then screamed again the whole rest of the ride. Not loud, just nonstop. They were as impressed as they were amused. Hey, I aim to please. 
This is the second time I’ve gone on that stupid coaster. At least this time I was smarter than last time; I squeezed my eyes tight shut from the time it started to the time it stopped. I may be crazy, but I’m not that crazy! And then we rode a couple less terrifying coasters, and ate the yummy pic-a-nic lunch, and came home.
Then we collected palebunny and the pups – by the time she’d planned her trip up here, it was too late to get her a ticket to the pic-a-nic, but that was okay because she went to my hairdresser’s and got a nice haircut and her nails done, all that girly stuff while we were riding coasters – and we went across the Bay Bridge to the outlet mall, where I got some more cozy long johns to keep me warm in this freezing cold house next winter – while it’s 75° at shoulder height, at floor level it’s a consistent 52°, and I have cold feet anyway so it’s pure torture. I refuse to spend more than one more winter in this stupid rental house! Between the cold and the noise from next door, I do not like it, Sam I Am!
Anyway, then we all came home and I went and took a nap and I guess they petted the pups some more. And then we’ve been watching all the thus-far-unwatched TiVo’d stuff this evening. And then tomorrow it’s back to the dog beach, and then I’m not sure what; maybe I’ll actually want to do something if I get some sleep tonight.
I won’t inflict any more of my crankiness on you nice MMPers tonight. But if any damn kids get on my lawn, I will enjoy yelling at them!
