Thank God it is Ramdom Tuesday because Monday sucked all the life out of me.
James renamed the cats……. again. The boy kitty is Bolt and the girl kitty is now Mittens.
Meet Hellboy the cyanide emitting millipede. He lives in a jar on the kitchen counter, next to Nemo the fish (AKA Enzo, AKA Fishy). Turns out I have the gene that allows me to detect the aroma of cyanide. I figured this out while holding Hellboy on my finger – sniffing him closely. He smelled so nice for a bug; good thing he is harmless to humans. Note to Tim don’t ever try to poison me love, I’ll be on to you like white on rice.
James wants a frog, and a dog, and a donkey, and a horse, and a new bike, and a playdate, and, and, and……..maybe I’d be more tolerant if he didn’t disintegrate into a storm of tears and pouting every time he hears no. Seriously, I thought we were past all this.
The raccoons have multiplied again. Mama racoon regularly brings the babies up to the deck so that she can teach them how to stare menacingly at humans, eat cat food, and hang upside down from the siding. The babies aren’t brave enough to hang around if we come to the front door, but scare the hell out of Tim’s boots on a regular basis.
The bathroom remodel is coming along slowly, but I have a lovely counter and a new sink. Tim smashed his thumb really badly with a hammer and didn’t realize it until he smeared blood on the ceiling and floor. I’m seriously considering painting over the blood on the ceiling, to leave it as a testament to all of Tim’s hard work. He and the house are now and forever a part of eachother…or whatever.
A few years back I gave my Dad a bonsai tree, a symbol of life and growth, for his birthday. It is now sitting on a table on my deck and I’m patiently nursing it back to health. I think he has re-gifted my birthday gift to him, to me. I know I butchered that last sentance….sorry.
We went to see Knight and Day last weekend; it was cute. I know that for many Tom Cruise jumped the shark when he lost all his dignity on Oprah’s couch, but I think he earned it all back by giving up even more of his dignity playing Les Grossman in Tropic Thunder.
I think I had my first real hot flash last weekend. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling like I’d been stuffed in an oven, and it wasn’t because I had too many blankets. Fun times.