1:14 a.m. - 2005-06-20
I forget what eight was for.
Happy Father's Day!
Got up and went to breakfast with my daddy this morning. I actually gave him his gift a couple of weeks ago because I somehow got tricked into thinking that Father's Day was June 5 instead of June 19. His gift was a watch that he needed anyway, so I gave it to him early.
Mom was there at breakfast, too. My sister is roaming about in Michigan with a bunch of teenagers, so she couldn't make it. Mom indicated that I hadn't updated since the neighbor's cat had kittens. How silly of me!
Kitten update:
I got a call from Lacey on Saturday afternoon last week saying that the kittens were born in the middle of the night with no difficulties. There was one stillborn, but they all came out fine. On Sunday I got to see them (up under the bed). Four tiny Packet-like kittens! That is to say, black and white. Four! Aw!
In other news, I bought another cell phone this week. I'm not too sure why, other than the fact that this was a good deal and is slightly more James Bond than my other. I think I have a cell phone-buying problem. I have a nice little collection going. Is that weird? I mean, it's more functional than my keychain collection. And it's less expensive than collecting, say, fine art - but only slightly.
I am my father's daughter. I like toys.
Hey, you know that show, Family Guy? Yeah? Well, get this: it rocks. Darren pointed something out to me earlier tonight, and I have to agree that it's a good thing I wasn't watching this show from the very beginning, because the not-having-a-new-episode-every-night would actually, literally have killed me.
And now I understand Ms. Milk's messenger status, and again, I agree. Hilarity at its finest.
Darren found my Violent Femmes CD. Whew. I got that out of my system this afternoon. I think the last time I listened to this whole CD all the way through, I was playing Tetris, because I really didn't want to concentrate on work. That's okay, though, because I had to hear it. I've been jonesing something awful for the screechy-voiced goodness that is Gordon Gano.
Tonight, right when Darren was getting ready to eat some food in front of an episode of Family Guy with me, I was explaining how the big guy from Pere Ubu held a metronome up - one of those old Seth Thomas-type ones with the weighted thingie on it - for like 10 whole minutes. This was when Pere Ubu opened for They Might Be Giants at the first TMBG concert I went to.
Before I actually got to tell him what the guy did, though, Packet started meowing, and she sounded distressed, so I cut my story short and went looking for her. We couldn't figure out what was wrong at first; I just knew she kept crying and that's not normal. As it turned out, she had a giant poo stuck in her underwear.
Packet is a gorgeous, long-haired cat. This isn't the first time this has happened. Helping her, however, is a two-person job. So bless his heart, Darren held her down while I took baby wipes and scissors to my princess's undercarriage. She hates that. I'm pretty sure I'd be superwary of anyone coming that close to my butthole with Fiskars, too.
Here's a little secret that I'll only divulge because I know for a fact that Packet doesn't read this blog: I wait for her to sleep, then I snip off as much fur as I can until she wakes up. It's the only way, and I can only get one side done at a time. Poor thing.
I tried to get her shaved last year, and she was such a damn trooper about it, too, but the lady said she "wasn't a good candidate for non-sedated grooming."
There was something else I was going to write about, but Darren just walked in here and broke my concentration (don't worry, honey, it was going to break on its own very soon anyway).
I can always come back when I remember.
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