Friday, June 5, 2009


I called my grandma to let her know I was on my way to get the boys. She told me Bird was really excited because he had a surprise. Boy did he.

A CAT. She got him a freaking kitten. Now when we move, we have Fat Cat, Fatter Cat (who's currently at the humane society but is coming once we're moved into our house), Big Dumb Dog (also at the humane society), possibly another puppy if there are boxers left, AND a kitten. Can you say menagerie?

And the important part of this post...we're buying a house if the appraisal goes well. We're waiting for the results. Keep your fingers crossed. Hence all the animals. I had to talk them into Fat Cat when I moved here and I promised no other pets. We had the illicit rabbit (RIP Halle Bunny) but she was mostly in the garage. Now that we're getting our own place, which is huge and in the country, we're making up for lost time apparently.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009


Today I was following an annoyingly slow driver and I thought, "Why is this jerk driving like a grandma?" And I thought about how, when I was little, my grandma drove like a bat out of hell. I mean, 60 mph and hollering. Once, I was helping her move, and we got to the new house with a load, and she goes, "Where's my toaster?" I saw it on the way back to get another load. Her crazy ass had went around a curve too fast, and the toaster was roadkill. But that was before I could even drive myself.

Now? She drives like, well, a grandma. I hate moments like that, because it forces me to realize that she really is getting older. I wish I could freeze her in time, flying around the corners, tossing toasters off the back of the truck.