special cat

Hi, my name is Tux, and I like boxes. A lot.

Especially ones I don't really fit in. I also like sitting in sinks, racing around at 4 AM, chasing birdies in the windows, and being the guard cat.

I do not like Sarah Palin.

peace and love,

m

dress nightmare

Okay, I'm in my dear friend Teresa's wedding in October. I ordered my bridesmaid dress in the beginning of June and was told that it would be coming in around the end of August. Now, it's the middle of September and I don't have my dress yet...and I'm starting to panic a bit. I even had a nightmare about it last night [anxiety about not having the dress + a hectic work week + the magnificent chemistry of Advil PM = crazy dreams]. Here's the synopsis, complete with my artistic *cough* rendering of the nightmare dress:

Dress finally comes in, except it's the wrong dress...except it's not. All the other bridesmaids have it, and so do you. Cue confusion: who changed the dresses?!! It's a hideous pink, black, and white color block number that hits mid-thigh. I try it on, and it doesn't stay up. Your Mom tries to pin it so it stays up, because we have to go to the wedding now! Julie is yelling at me because "It's fine, just go!" My Mom is saying, "Why did you order a size 5? Your boobs aren't that big." I'm shouting, "All my clothes are size 5 and yes, my boobs are big!" I go to the dress shop and they find a random green dress that I can wear for the wedding...but then when they are pressing it, it catches fire. For some reason, they are outside. I am sobbing because the dress is not only ruined, but it actually disappeared when it caught fire. Then everything switches, and I'm in an OR [still in the fug dominatrix dress, mind you] trying to do an emergency case, but the anesthesiologist is an idiot and can't intubate the patient, so he dies. And then comes back to life...and dies again.

Behold my nightmare [shut it, we're not talking about my artistic abilities, we're talking about the dominatrix/color block dress]:

Seriously. I have vivid dreams, and I remember them. This is exactly what we were wearing...just imagine that the black striping is shiny. Yeah. Shiny. Oi.

peace and love,

m

not my kind of tea party

No, not at all. Mine were full of lovely people, ranging from Felicity [well, with her, we had hot chocolate] to various teddy bears, with good food [usually what I could sneak out of the kitchen], and intelligent conversation; that is, the polar opposite of what Chase and New Left Media found at the "Restoring Honor" rally [wtf does that even mean?] this past weekend in DC. Behold, the Mama Grizzlies and Joe the Plumbers of our nation...behold and weep...

Oof. Maybe I should preface that with a warning that you may lose your cool and start shouting at the computer ;)

peace and love,

m