kept it up even after I grabbed the camera. I’m still working on getting a Miz Poo movie together.

So, the point I completely forgot to make yesterday when I was talking about watching Out of Order with Fred: At one point, Eric Stoltz and Felicity Huffman – whose characters are married – are having a party. An Ecstasy party to be exact, because they’re screenwriters and doing research. So almost everyone at the party (there are 4 or 5 couples) gets hopped-up on the E and the women head out to the hot tub, naked. Naturally, the men follow, and after sitting in the hot tub for a while, they all head for the pool. It was then that I turned to Fred and said “You know, I have to confess that I’m glad I don’t know anyone who would be willing to come over and do drugs and skinny dip with us.” His response: “No kidding!” Repressed? Us?
You know what pisses me off? Books like Rebecca’s Tale and The Little Friend, which are about a murder. You read the entire book, breathless with anticipation to know who the fuck dunit, and the author CRAPS OUT, and you never get to know. I HATE THAT SHIT. Before you say it, I KNOW that you don’t always get to know who the fuck dunit in real life, but I’m not paying $10, $15, $20 to wander around in real life. If I wanted to be in the real world, I’d put the fucking book down, wouldn’t I? I want some escapism, I want some entertainment, and I WANT TO KNOW WHO THE FUCK DUNIT. Argh.
Last night while we were laying in bed talking, Spanky decided he was in the mood for some Mama love. Miz Poo was already snuggled under the sheets by my ankles, so he carefully walked around the lump that was she, and climbed onto me. I was laying on my side, and after doing some looking around, Spanky decided that he would be most comfortable with his ass as close to my face as possible, and the rest of him stretched out along my side and hip. He finally settled in, and Fred and I kept talking. For the record, the half hour we spend in bed talking every night before he toddles off to his own room is probably my favorite part of the day. It was almost bedtime, and then suddenly Spanky shifted and started wheezing. “Wha – ?” I began, and then I realized that he wasn’t wheezing. He was barfing. “Did he just BARF ON ME?!” I bellowed, and he jumped off of me and ran out the bedroom door. Fred turned the light on and we saw that, indeed, Spanky had barfed up a big ball of cat food and cat hair for a good 4 inches along the comforter covering my legs. He’s just lucky he didn’t barf on my bare skin, that’s all I have to say.
Fred and Miz Poo have this funny game they play. Fred will wave his arms out to his sides and making a hissing kind of sound. Miz Poo, if she’s feeling playful, immediately runs into the library and lays down on the big platic Target bag we keep in there most of the time.
She keeps a wary eye on the library door, waiting for Fred to appear. When he does, he waves his arms around and makes the noise again…
..and she goes as flat as a Portly Poo can. If Fred makes the noise again, she gets riled up. Sometimes…
…she goes to the other side of the bag and goes flat again, as if we can’t see her big butt sticking up. If Fred makes the noise again, she might…
…dig at the bag, trying to get under it and away from Fred. Eventually, Fred goes over to her and pats her, then encourages her to get inside the bag – which she loves to do – and then swings her around. You’d think a cat would hate being swung through the air in a plastic Target bag, but you’d be wrong. She loves it. (Unfortunately, I didn’t get any pictures of that part of the game) It’s much cuter in action, so I’ll try to get a little movie of it next time.
1. What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do, but never have? I’d love to sky-dive or bungee jump. Maybe someday. 2. When someone asks your opinion about a new haircut/outfit/etc, are you always honest? It depends on whether it can be changed. If it’s a new haircut that nothing can be done about, I’d lie my ass off. If it’s a new outfit they’re planning to wear somewhere important, I’d probably give my honest opinion – pointing out that it’s just my opinion, and I’ve never been the most stylish gal in existence. 3. Have you ever found out something about a friend and then wished you hadn’t? What happened? Nothing comes to mind. 4. If you could live in any fictional world (from a book/movie/game/etc.) which would it be and why? Probably the world James Bond inhabits, wherein you can do all kinds of crazy shit and be okay at the end. 5. What’s one talent/skill you don’t have but always wanted? The ability to sing well. I mean, I can sing, but the paint peels off the walls when I do, so I try to avoid it in public.
Is he a good boy? Why, yes. Yes he is.