Do I get to pet him, if I do?
{{{{elfperson}}}} or would that be fairy? We already have two fairies but neither is a nick.
Today we’re in northern France and had a teleconference with southern Spain. At the end, our Team Lead asked what was the weather like down there: 40ºC. 22ºC here, wooooooo!
Honestly for the first couple years (he’s 7 today which is really only a guess as I got him when he was less than three weeks old, being a rescue. So to simplify we gave him a birthday roughly three weeks before I got him and is the day we closed on our house so we’d remember the date), he didn’t grow into them.
Now he’s all mature. Physically at least. He still acts like a kitten.
AAAARGH
You waste my time on an interview for a job that doesn’t exist yet, two hours of my time flushed down the toilet. Thanks
Sorry to rant here just had to get it off my chest
JIM
Jim the job you were offered doesn’t exist? That is definitely TVCTPMO territory there. Makes my frustrations of the day nuttin’ in comparison.
Happy Birthday Cuervo!!!
This evenin’ I am goin’ to have a beerverage. Then I’m gonna have a beerverage. Then I’m gonna have me a beerverage. Yep. That kinda day.
I’m also gonna have a beerverage.
Daaawwwwwww, I lurves me some red tabbies. He’s quite the cutie-pie. 
Bear home. Beerverage good. Dindin leftover chikin pot pie. Bear post like Frankenstein.
Bear like Young Frankenstein ?
Or is it Mongo in Blazing Saddles?
I’ve always wanted to get a marmalade tabby and name him Red Chief. However, it looks like my future kitties will be one black and one tortoiseshell. Raven, my last kitty, was technically a tortoiseshell, though you had to see her in direct sunlight to catch it. I did love her cattitude.
I move in two days. Yes, I’m counting. I think I’ll do some packing tonight, for all that I don’t have much. 
My medications are all re-arranged, and I’m getting some serious nausea from one. Enough so that I’m having to constantly sip water. No fun.
And did you see? Season 7 of Doctor Who will be on the BBCA Saturday evening! (My brother will have to put up with me, because I don’t own a TV and won’t be ordering cable for a while.)
Bear like Boris Kaloff Frankenstein. Good Frankenstein movie.
Been getting up around 4:30 when Mouse starts barking. Have yet to get to him in time, BEFORE he messes his crate, poor little guy. Last night he barked early, around 2; already a disaster zone. Took crate outside to be hosed, tossed bedding into washer, and last night was his first night free-running the house. He did ok, whined a little bit cause he wants to be sleeping with us, but didn’t make that much noise. He did, however, start barking again each hour until 4. Each time…just in case…I brought him outside, brought him back in, went back to bed, though not really to sleep. And after that I slept until 9. So I think our new tactic is going to be to get some puppy pads, and a box for night time, sort of a doggy litter-box. I just can’t sleep through him barking 'cause his crate’s a mess. Barking 'cause he’s not ready for sleep or whatever, no problem. But…yeah. So here’s to hoping we don’t end up with poop EVERYWHERE the next few nights, lol. Also going to try feeding him 2ce a day instead of the current 3 times. More food each time, with free-range kibble in between, but last ‘meal’ at 3 or 4 instead of at 6, and no kibble after 7 or 8. Now, how to stop his trick of eating EVERY SINGLE THING ON THE LAWN!! I’m worried he’s going to have serious intestinal issues. /thwaps and cookies and chai to everybody
Now I’ve got the lurgi (thanks kids!). Spent the night coughing up my lungs so I’m dead tired and at the office for an early start.
On the plus side:
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[li]It’s Friday & pay week![/li][li]Looks like a nice day.[/li][li]We won our match last night (*Battlefield *3 8v8 Competition Ladder).[/li][li]My wife got me a bunch of small “4D” puzzle/models of Apollo craft (Saturn V, LM & CM) as an early Fathers Day gift. 
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Where are you that it’s already Friday, Battle Pope? Just curious.
Awww, poor Mouse.
7? How can Cuervo be 7? ::looks at join date:: Never mind.
Happy birthday, Cuervo!
Have I even been here yet this week? I think I’m caught up reading, but have been crazy busy. Yesterday was all-day field trip (I was away from 6:45 a.m. to 9:00 p.m.) We went through Sticky’s neck of the woods and I waved.
Have to go outside to help clean the siding so that brother can paint it tomorrow. Yay?
Hugs all.
GT
Canberra, Australia.
My shoulder / neck is doing better, but it still hurts. Get to leave work pretty soon, and after running an errand for work (grrr), dinner with my boyfriend! And probably snuggles! And I think I’ll have a drink or two.
Irked, no company. Got my Fat Tuesdays drink mixes. It’s Key West Night!
Happy Birthday Cuervo!
Yay payday, Fight Cleric!
Feel better, ShinyCat
Roo, We’re doing a Whoathon tonight.
Ooooh, I wish I was there, doggio. I would squee with happiness.
Just got off the phone with my mom. She sounds tired, but we were able to talk for a while without Dad interrupting her. The last few times I’ve called, he’s been in the room, and she couldn’t talk freely because he would get agitated.
Phoukabro brought home boxes for me to pack. You think he’s ready for me to leave? Heh.
Boss was muttering “half day” several times today in reference to Friday. Which is great for him, because he’s salaried. I’m hourly, and I’ve been trying to catch all the overtime I can, so I’m not exactly thrilled with the idea of going home four hours early. An hour, yeah, because I’ve got to stop and get a check cut for the first month’s rent (I have a checking account, but I’m out of checks and don’t really intend to order any).
I’ll probably bring a box to church to bring the kittens home in. Sure wish that guy would email me back! If he hands me the kittens in the middle of the service, I don’t think the minister will be happy. Only because the kittens would totally upstage him.
She emailed me at work, asked me to buy some Diet Coke on the way home.
I responded, “Of course Baby, lovie dovie, etc., etc., etc. What would you like for dinner?”
“Oh, I defrosted some minute steak. I would really like that!”
She microwaved some of the Stauffer’s meatloaf that her Mother (May her memory be blessed) froze ten years ago.
Plant’s first rule of cuisine: “Nothing that comes in a box is food.”
Plant’s newest rule of cuisine: “Things frozen for five years or more are dog food.”
Thank G-d I also bought some cauliflower and we had “simply potatoes” hash browns.
Jesus. I mean, Moses and Aaron on a stick.
She** LIKED** it.
I believe she suffers from Chef Boy Ardee Syndrome.
Folks who have children (best $400.00 I ever spent, but I digress) cook quick things for rug rats, and in time (shudder) come to like those hideous things themselves.
Help me, Obi Wan!
You’re my only hope!
Meowppy Meowrthday! You’re still squee-worthy, ya old cat you.
eta - come to think of it, Smokey’s 13th birthday is this month. (good thing I remembered while it still was this month.) =^.^=
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 73 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 91, so a nice day. Pretty much the same thing for tomorrow, so yay.
flytrap shudder
Good luck on the move kanga!
Today is my payday too! Matter of fact it’s already in the bank. Oh the wonders of direct deposit!
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy demands to be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Firday Y’all!