Our cat Pushkin loves packing peanuts, as apparently he was given some of the biodegradable kind to play with as a kitten.
No problem - we were warned when we adopted him and promptly rid ourselves of any and all packing peanuts in the house (there weren't many).
So the other night, I hear this strange crunching sound. I turn around - dude is sinking his teeth into a packing peanut.
What the hell...? I take it away, give him a (much less satisfying, I'm sure) wedge-shaped mouse.
About two hours later.... crunch, crunch.
Another packing peanut.
This has continued for several days. I kid you not, we have completely GUTTED the basement. No packing peanuts. We even tried following him down - but he suddenly looked like he suspected what we were on about and proceeded to lead us on a wild goose chase.
I'm beginning to believe that there is a wyrmhole in our basement.
In other news, it's 80 degrees out right now. I realize those who live in the south might not be impressed.... but about a month ago, it was 40-something BELOW ZERO.
I imagine the meteorologists never get bored in this state...
So this lady calls up all in a tizzy because she made these boxes up and needs someone from the delivery team to come pick them up NOWNOWNOW because they're getting new furniture, you see, and so they need to go away in a big hurry. (She likes to talk in run-on sentences.)
New furniture, I've found, makes one incapable of planning these sorts of things even a day in advance.
So, okay, FINE, the necessary paperwork gets made, the delivery team gets called, and one of the guys comes down and fetches the paperwork so he can deal with this paper crisis.
Minutes after he leaves, the phone rings again. Same lady, again all in a tizzy because. Different tizzy, though. We need to contact the delivery team and tell them that their guy can't come up yet.
Why not, you might ask?
Well, you see, someone up there is using a BREAST PUMP and therefore cannot be exposed to male eyes.
/facepalm
Because you wouldn't, you know, use the nursing room for that.
One hundred talking (yes, talking) urinal cakes have been installed in bars throughout the Twin Cities metro area to encourage men not to drink and drive.
I'm thinking if you're already crocked and you hear a voice coming out of the urinal, it will only lead to startlement and much "waving of the flag" in mid-stream.
Here's the link to a wonderful smile on this auspicious St. P(ee).'s day:
Maybe it's a result of
not being raised Christian, but I really just don't get Lent.
Perhaps I'm missing a
nuance somewhere, but so far the explanation I've gotten is that you give up
something so that you can identify with the suffering of Christ.
Okay, trying to feel
closer to your god... groovy. I'm with you so far.
But what does it seem
like people are giving up? Chocolate (or similar food item). And the universal
meat on Fridays (unless it's marine meat, in which case it's okay). These are
the same people who jumped onto Atkins, which IMHO has FAR weirder dietary
restrictions.... so no chocolate and no meat 1/7th of the time seems kind of
small potatoes.
I don't care how bad
you're PMS'ing (and most of the chocolate abstinence I've seen so far has been
from guys)... going without chocolate for a few weeks does NOT compare to the
suffering of Christ. (Not to mention, my mom went without it for the entire
time she was preggers with both me and my brother... so nobody who gives up
chocolate for Lent is going to impress me.)
Also, the preface of many
conversations with, "So, what did you give up for Lent?" .... which
seems to be a pissing contest among the people involved.
And then they'll turn
around and ask me... because obviously everyone would not only 1- be Christian
and 2- be the sect of Christian that does the Lent thing (I think it's mostly
Catholics, right?).
Although... people seem
really quick to make a huge show out of what they've given up for Lent at any
available opportunity... so maybe the point is that you must suffer through the
whining of everyone else.
I'm sure there are some
really polite Lent-ers out there that have the true spirit of it going for
them. But man, oh man, I tell you... none of them work around me.
So... I've been having an aggressively bad week (including my father going in for surgery and one meeting that reduced me to crying my eyes out for the entire drive home from work) - only found out belatedly that Mercury was in retrograde and just went direct on the 7th. (For those that don't know - when Mercury in Retrograde, all things communication and travel-related will be AFU.)
Thought I was out of the woods, but heard from someone who actually knows what she's talking about that one should lay low until the 18th or so because something else is going on as well (with Pluto, I think?)
So, in the meantime, I've been cheering myself up with this:
