I’ve shared this before, I think…when I moved into my current house, I got some help packing from some cousins. One of them repeatedly commented on how many books I owned, and was in awe that anyone would have (or need) so many books. 
I can’t speak for international travel, but I didn’t hear a peep when my card activity went from local gas stations, grocery stores, and the occasional bill to a bunch of charges in Berkeley and San Francisco. Hmm.
These four kittens were supposed to be moved today (three girls and a boy), but stuff happened and there wasn’t time. So they’re still in my office. I had to cage them last night because they’re chewing cords. Fine if I can stop them, but not worth the risk overnight and it’s not like I can unplug everything and put the cords up. So far this evening, here’s the rundown:
Used my pants for a scratching post. (no damage)
Dumped my water bottle over. (no damage)
wrestling
Chewed the mouse cord. (no damage)
One pooped. Another pooped. They all pooped. (damaged my sensibilities)
One grabbed a stuffed caterpillar that’s bigger than her, ran around dragging and growling at it. (damaged my productivity for a good 20 minutes)
more wrestling
Chewed the fan cord. (no damage)
Untied my shoe laces. Both shoes. Double knotted. (no damage)
Ate eight plates of food. (like a food competition)
wrestling again
Took a flying leap off the desk toward the glass in the door. No chance of reaching it. (uninjured)
Tried to pull my glasses off my face. (this one kitten keeps staring at me like she’s offended)
Leaped up the wall and pulled my scarf off the hook. (no damage)
Used my shirt as a climbing wall (no damage)
Slid the bed off the desk and landed in the trash cans. (still uninjured)
Sort of laid down for a nap. OK I took a picture that I’ll post on facebook. This one my boss will understand.
wrestling amongst the tabbies, the black ones evacuated. That didn’t last long.
The little black boy is now sleeping between my arms while I’m typing.
After more wrestling, I started playing the new Enya album and now they’re all down again. (coincidence?)
Sigh. Here’s the pic: Redirecting...
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Yeah!
Whaaaaat?? The thing said anyone would be able to see it even if they don’t have an account. Try again.
And we have catlings!
I logged out of my account, and the pic still loads for me.
It worked for me. Just a bunch of little sweethearts!
SQUEE!!! They are adorable!!!
Awwwww
Yay kitties! >^. .^<
I have a coworker who, for some reason, is compelled to remark “WHY DO YOU USE BIG WORDS?” if he hears me speaking. Or he’ll ask “WHAT DOES [INSERT WORD HERE] MEAN AND WHY DID YOU SAY IT?” Mind you, it’s not like I’m using multisyllable or obscure vocabulary. When I explain something to this coworker the coworker is like, “WOW YOU’RE REALLY SMART” or something like that every single time this happens.
Privately I’m thinking, Hm, maybe if you opened a book once in a while maybe my speech wouldn’t shock you and AFAIK you’re the only one who’s shocked by it. Then I remember this coworker’s learning disabilities and I mentally put a lid on it.
Arghhh stupid Thanksgiving.
I have a day off, and miraculously so does everybody else. So I don’t have to check email all day while “off”. Also miraculously it’s about 's 50 at the end of November. The most perfect conditions imaginable for getting some of the little garage projects finished once and for all.
But all the hardware stores are freakin closed . Every 10 minutes or so the lack of productivity smacks me and I start to get ready to get up and do something. Then I have to go back through the process of remembering exactly why I’m not doing anything. :mad:
US Navy Federal Credit Union put a hold on my husband’s debit card when he was on deployment and buying something in a geedunk at the US Navy Support Activity Base at La Maddalena Italy … because he was outside the US.
Anybody else see a little problem here?:smack:
Maybe I’m special? I get weird stuff like this a lot of the time. I tried it both logged in and not, too.
NOW, I can see them. And they are indubitably squee-worthy!
I love kittens. I loved the pic you managed to get of them. I think that kittens are the most fun things ever. Your post helped to remind me why I will never have another kitten again. I’ll just foster them in the rescue room, suck all of the cute up and then kiss them goodby!
It’s like being an aunt – all the benefits of parenthood, but you get to hand them back when things get messy.
ETA an anti-rant. Posted in another thread on family that “I’m sitting here peacefully watching football by myself, while my extended family is getting together four states away, having driven hours in a driving rain.” Happy Turkey Day!
Shaking with rage (and sleep deprivation).
Brother, I gave you suggestions for your nieces Xmas. Thanks for ordering them online. Why did you email the whole family asking where to send them tho? If you dont have my address, you can just ask me.
Mother - why THE FUCK did you reply with your address? I dont live at your house, neither do my children.
Brother, when I reply with my address, why did you then say “too late, I’ve sent them to mums”. Really. You couldnt wait? And you cant amend the online order now? Bullshit.
I dont fucking live there. I’ve said this before. Stop expecting me to haul arse round to the house my son died in. Fuck you very much.
Do smoke alarm batteries run out at any other time than the middle of the goddamn night?
And it’s very nice that your “low battery” alarm is relatively soft, but it goes off every two minutes forever, so I have to get up and change it at 2:55AM anyway.
But what’s worst? That as soon as you change the battery, the smoke alarm goes through its full test run at full alarm volume, for both the fire and carbon monoxide warnings. 30-40 full seconds of piercing beeping and a loud voice proclaiming fire in my house, and me frantically jamming the STOP button.
Speaking of which, why don’t these things have an “Oh, it’s OK, I’m just cooking” mute button?
I placed a large online order with a well-respected company, so I’ve had to make sure I’m at home at the allotted delivery times. Several boxes were delivered without issue, but one box has failed to be delivered twice now because the idiot driver can’t find my front door (despite the clear-cut delivery instructions I gave). According to the delivery notification texts I received, it’s been the same driver both times. Appropriately enough, his name is “Apayne”.
Botheration vented. :mad: