New month, new logo! This one was created by Aly, who’s done a LOT of my logos. So talented, that girl.
Thanks, Aly!
(You might need to clear your cache to see the logo at the top.)
Have you checked out Imaginary Bitches, the YouTube show? I’ve watched them all, and have to say that I find them pretty amusing. That lead actress is adorable.
I spent about an hour yesterday chopping and freezing summer squash, zucchini, and pattypan squash, and by the time I was done, I was ready to kick Fred’s ass. The man planted THREE ROWS of squash this year.
I really hate him.
I find that I’m filled with hatred a lot these days. Last Friday Fred and I went out to dinner, and then he decided that we should drive around Closeville and look at trucks. We ended up stopping at the car lot where he got the truck he already had and he got the keys to the truck he eventually ended up buying (on Saturday) and we took it for a drive. The passenger’s side seatbelt didn’t work and neither did the air conditioning, so when we got back to the car lot I was not only full from dinner but super-hot from the driving around in 100-degree heat and I was annoyed and unhappy, and so Fred headed to the office to talk to the guy, and I followed him and he went inside while I stood outside, arms folded, and he whispered “You sure are radiating the hatred right now!” and I was all “BECAUSE I HATE BEING HOT AND BEING FULL AND I AM BOTH RIGHT NOW.”
So, Fred got a new truck. It’s green, it’s wonderful, you can imagine the impact on my life.
I spent all day yesterday doing laundry and cleaning and by the time 2:00 rolled around I was wiped out (I don’t remember the last time I slept past 5:15), and so I went upstairs and laid down on the bed with the kittens. Kara came along to see what the hell I was doing and whether I knew any nice single unneutered boycats I could introduce her to, then the babies nursed for a few minutes, and then they all curled up and we snoozed for ten minutes, until Kara started up her goddamn yowling.
AGH.
Fred left work a little early. Sugarbutt and Newt both needed a visit to the vet and since I didn’t want to have to wrangle them both myself, Fred made the appointment for a time when we could both go. Except that Newt, that fucker, disappeared and was nowhere to be found, so Fred ended up taking Sugarbutt to the vet. A few months ago he was having an issue with his foot, where he was licking it raw between his toes, so I took him to the vet and they gave us an antibiotic ointment and his toes got better and then they got worse, so we started putting the ointment between his toes and then it’d get better and then worse – which we only realized when we saw bloody pawprints on the counter – and finally between the bloody toes and the fact that his upper lip was swollen (which I just noticed late last week), we gave up and took him to the vet.
Fred and Sugarbutt weren’t gone long (since I had shit to do, Fred took Sugarbutt by himself), and when they got home Fred reported that there was a growth between two of his toes, they thought it might be a bacterial infection, and I have to take Sugarbutt back to the vet this morning so they could knock him out and clean between his toes really well.
It’s always something.
Newt moseyed home about five minutes after Fred and Sugarbutt got back from the vet. He’s got a sore on his tail, about two inches from the end, and it looks horrible and he keeps worrying it, so he needs to go to the vet, but it’s hard to do that when the little fucker disappears. I guess I’ll have to keep him in one morning instead of letting him out, ya think?
Kara’s still in heat, still with the ear-piercing yowling from time to time, still looking for love in all the wrong places. Thank GOD she’s still settling down at night.
Miss Momma does not approve.
Tomorrow, the kittens go to be spayed and neutered. Poor little monsters, they have no idea what’s coming!
Lots of cute kitten pics uploaded over at Flickr.
Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: That Tom Cruise. What a fuckin’ loon, huh?
2004: Jesus christ. After almost five years of marriage, wouldn’t you think he’d KNOW that there are only two ways to answer that question?
2003: And then she vaulted her portly ass across me to say good morning to him, cracking three of my ribs in the process.
2002: We went to see Minority Report on Saturday, and though I really liked it, I did NOT enjoy sitting next to Billy Bob ShutTheFuckUp, who was compelled, when not clearing his throat loudly and phlegmily, to remark upon each and every plot point.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.