I think the comments to yesterday’s entry are probably my favorite comments EVER. I don’t know how many comments I read and nodded my head in agreement. Probably ALL of them. If you don’t usually read my comments, you should go back and check out yesterday’s! If I were more talented or motivated, I’d write an entire entry using all your pet peeves, just for shits and giggles.
I use “Wherefore” incorrectly (it actually means “Why”, which I didn’t know ’til GG mentioned it in my comments. Obviously I don’t know my Shakespeare.), but you probably shouldn’t expect me to change how I use it. I don’t think I use it a LOT.
Apparently there’s a “Know what I mean?” epidemic going on. Fred and I both use it, but for us it’s shorthand for “GODDAMNIT ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!”
Other shorthand we use: “Huh.” in response to something the other person said, and it means “I have no interesting response to what you’re saying, but I hear and understand you.” OR it might mean “I’m not really listening to you, you just keep on yammering about whatever boring-ass shit you’re yammering about, and I’ll periodically say “Huh” to indicate that you can keep going ’til you run out of breath or we all die.”
“Huh” is very versatile, no?
In email form, we use “Cool.” to indicate “I have received your message and understand what you’re saying.”
And I use “WHATEVS” (in emails and comments, I don’t believe I’ve ever said it aloud) to indicate that I know I’m a blithering idiot BUT I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, I’M STICKING BY MY STUPIDITY.
The lost water bottle was not, in fact, hiding under the secretaire with the cat toys and the Feliway, but only because it wouldn’t fit under there, I’m sure. It was actually sitting on the kitchen counter. Where I looked one million times before I located it. I hate it when something’s sitting right in front of you and you don’t see it.
Oooh. That totally sounds like the beginning to a woman’s magazine article, doesn’t it? An article about not appreciating your life until…? You look at it from a different angle and realize that the key to happiness was RIGHT THERE ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER ALL ALONG.
One dollar, please.
It rained a lot on Monday and it rained a lot more yesterday, but I still collared up the boys and opened the back door so they could go into the back yard, because if I don’t let them outside, they drive me NUTS with the big hopeful eyes and the repeated attempts to herd me toward the back door so that I can see that the door Must! Be! Opened!
Most of the cats will stick their noses out the back door, see that it’s raining, and come back inside to pout. Tommy does not. Tommy LOVES to be out in the rain. When it is raining, Tommy runs outside, does a lap around the back yard, and then sits on the patio under a chair – which doesn’t shelter him from the rain at ALL – until he’s drenched. And then he comes inside and gets up on my desk and gets everything all wet while he grooms himself for half an hour, and then he runs back outside, does a lap around the yard and ends up on the patio again.
I have never seen a cat so completely unbothered by getting drenched. Weirdo. He loves being outside more than any of our cats. If we didn’t live so close to the road, I’d seriously consider letting him become an outdoor cat.
Well. No, I probably wouldn’t. I’d worry about him too much!
Kara had a bit of a down day yesterday; she acted quiet and kind of reserved, not at all like her usual super-friendly “Pet ME! No, ME, not those kittens!” self. Fred thought that she was coming to the realization that her kittens weren’t coming back and perhaps grieving a little. I don’t know about that – maybe he’s right – but I was relieved this morning to find that she’s back to normal. At least she’s got Zoe and Kaylee to keep her company and to play with. She’s approaching our downstairs cats more and more often,a nd if there’s an altercation between any two cats, she’s Johnny-on-the-spot, there to supervise the smackdown and perhaps do a little smacking and hissing herself.
Newt always finds the most interesting out-of-the-way places to snooze.
Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: I think our cats are as antisocial as we are.
2003: Damn PMS Fairy.
2002: You know, I don’t believe that once you become a parent, every bit of you has to be absorbed into that role.
2001: Dumbass, thy name is Robyn.
2000: No entry.