One reason I can’t wait for California is that I might have something more interesting to write about. I’ve had interesting times lately, but none of it I can talk about. I probably won’t be able to talk about California either because I’ll be solo for a bit and it’ll be boring.
Other than work, I have only Sparky and cats to talk about and I think if I tell one more story about cats, I will have earned the matching Cat Umbrella/Tote bag set my grandmother gave me.
Not so interesting minutiae:
My surgery was removing the superficial veins from both legs and they did that using a hook and I have the swelling and bruising to prove it. Telling my family about it in sphincter-activating detail is great fun.
I have a mouse problem. Having left my new mouse in Hamburg, I’m using my old one and it moves my cursor around every few words so writing the simplest of sentences becomes a chore.
Sparky and I might go to Vegas in December on our way back from Pasadena. Neither of us have ever been there. There is a shooting range where you can shoot any type of weapon. And we might get married because according to my mother-in-law, that’s where and how all Americans get married. Heathens!
If my brother decides to go to Puerto Rico for New Year’s, I will fill his car air vents with pink silvery confetti so I can celebrate New Years with him later. We’re close like that.
Ollie had worms so bad that it required all cats to be shot up for a month. Sparky tried to make sure the vet didn’t think we had Munchhausen’s-By-Proxy by making a joke about it. Our vet thought it had more to do with Sparky eyeing the horse steroids than M-b-P.
Living in Germany allows me to know how to spell words like Munchhausen’s.
I’m going to go get ready for my day with Tat. She’s coming to get me because I still shouldn’t drive and the Mercedes isn’t functional and we’re going back to her house. She is picking me up AND taking me home. That’s almost four hours of driving. I am obviously loved. Or she desperately wants to make fun of my caramel legs.