So I cracked and bought a new pet.

This is Emmett's new little brother Elliot.



It goes to show how much Emmett has grown because Elliot's tiny in comparison. And the part that keeps killing me is that Elliot (who so far is friendlier and more open to being held) keeps wagging his tail like a happy puppy. It's the best. :)

Here's what the last ten minutes have looked like --

Me: *puts Elliot in cage*
Elliot: *bounds right up to Emmett where he's hiding in the bathhouse* Hi! I'm your new roommate!
Emmett: *squeaks* FUCK OFF AND DIE, SHORT STACK!
Elliot: Okay! *bounds off to explore, tail wagging the entire time*
Emmett: *grumblegrumble* Miserable little punk, thinks he can just move in and be adorable and ... *grumblegrumble*
Elliot: *sneaks up behind bathhouse, possibly giggling the whole way*
Emmett: Hey, where'd he go? *crawls out of bathhouse, peering around*
Elliot: HA, HA, TRICKED YOU! WHEEEEEEE! *dives into bathhouse, rolls around in dust for ten minutes*
Emmett: *grumblegrumble*

The downside of going to buy Elliot was that I discovered that my ATM card must have gotten zapped because it's no longer working anymore. Brilliant.

That's my cue to look for a new job, isn't it?

I just used up my last personal day of the year.

On February third.

WATCH ME CARE.

\o/

Am I caring yet? How about now? Maybe now? No? Hmm.

Thanks ... I think.

An hour ago my mother calls me ...

Mom: So I hear you have a new baby.
Me: Uh-huh.
Mom: Is your apartment clean?
Me: I was just about to start.
Mom: Because I'm not coming down until your apartment is clean.
Me: Okay.

I vacuum, I wash all the dishes, the washing machine is full, and the dryer is going. So I call my parents's house.

Me: Tell Mom she can come down and see the new chinchilla now because I'm done cleaning.
Bryan: *says something to my mother* Mom's cooking dinner now and after that Dad's going to a hockey game.
Me: What's that supposed to mean?
Bryan: She doesn't have a car.
Me: Uh, YOU have a car.
Bryan: I'm not driving her down!
Me: *bangs head against wall*

I mean, I needed to clean anyway and that probably made sure I got it done today, but COME ON.

Ooo, ooo!

I'm going to write tonight if it kills me because if I'm going to skip work I might as well put a dent in The Vampires of Vandling or write some fic or something while I'm at it.

Anyway, love meme! Because I haven't done it in a while, it's making the rounds again, and it makes me smile.

( Ten things for ten people )

Elliot's tail-wagging continues to KILL ME DEAD. *giggles like crazy*

Just eating Pringles and writing porn.

Or something. I think I'm going to end up writing ( spoilers for the last episode of Ugly Betty )

now and it'll be all poisontaster's and txtequilanights's fault. (Or at least I will be blaming them for it. HEE.)

Also, I think I'm being coerced into writing Supernatural prison and law enforcement fic.

I'd ask if this were "Wheedle Fic Out Of TP Day," but experience tells me that's pretty much every day. *snickers*

And I think I'm definitely settling on my spn_j2_bigbang fic idea, which is basically a post-Demon-smiting Sam and Dean having a run of good fortune that just gets more miraculous and more creepy with every passing "gift." That right there, though? That's all I've got. *shrugs* Eh, I've got four months and a new notebook to keep track of ideas in. I'm not in a huge hurry, although I do hope it doesn't decide to be short in the end and make me have to scrap it for the bigbang and just write it as everyday fic.

*reads above*

*sighs*

And I wonder why I'm home alone on a Saturday night. (But I won't be next week! Oh, God. *whimpers* At least it's four people having dinner together instead of just the two of us, which would scare the crap out of me even more.)