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Jun. 13th, 2005 10:02 pmIn today's Phone Adventures With My Mother, it turns out that my mom and dad had to give one of the cats to the pound. They've got seven cats, all purebred Siamese, and the only one who's ever been any trouble has been Niles. It used to be he just didn't want you to touch him or pick him up or generally go anywhere near him, but then all of the other cats started picking on him and beating him up so badly he'd get scared and be afraid to go to the litterbox and he'd just keep going all over the house. So the parental units admitted defeat and gave him to the pound for his own sanity. ('Cause, seriously, the poor cat was stressed out.) Luckily, Mom informs me that he probably won't even be there a day or so, because as soon as Dad walked into the pound with him, the volunteers started squealing, "OOOO! SIAMESE KITTY!" and when he left, Niles was happily soaking in a pool of liquid overattentiveness.
But thank God, it turns out my parents are leaving on Sunday, which means I'll have Sunday to myself to work on the monster ficathon entry of doooooooom. Not that I don't want my parents to come, but I really, really, really need to finish, or at least make a solid dent in the story.
Also, Michael Jackson got off. *is suddenly buried in a rain of anvils adorned with puns and euphemisms* I didn't even give a damn what the hell the verdict was until everybody on the planet decided that was a great time to either call DHL, ship something, or pick up a package. Apparently, I didn't miss much.
Oh, and you know what you should never say at work? "What's the name of that short electrician with the scruffy beard? He's kind of cute." I have relatives desperate for me to reproduce who've never offered to set me up with a guy that fast. Gee, thanks,Neil Clark Warren clones co-workers. (Although, seriously, the electrician is really cute. ;))
But thank God, it turns out my parents are leaving on Sunday, which means I'll have Sunday to myself to work on the monster ficathon entry of doooooooom. Not that I don't want my parents to come, but I really, really, really need to finish, or at least make a solid dent in the story.
Also, Michael Jackson got off. *is suddenly buried in a rain of anvils adorned with puns and euphemisms* I didn't even give a damn what the hell the verdict was until everybody on the planet decided that was a great time to either call DHL, ship something, or pick up a package. Apparently, I didn't miss much.
Oh, and you know what you should never say at work? "What's the name of that short electrician with the scruffy beard? He's kind of cute." I have relatives desperate for me to reproduce who've never offered to set me up with a guy that fast. Gee, thanks,
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Date: 2005-06-14 02:16 am (UTC)Heee! That's good.
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Date: 2005-06-14 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-14 02:31 am (UTC)Did they set you up with him?
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Date: 2005-06-14 02:38 am (UTC)This is the part where I act like a chicken and debate coming in tomorrow. *dives under the bed and hides*