LizHarrell…

… is annoyed with her cat for meowing incessantly for no reason at all.
… is confused because it feels so very much like the weekend and yet it is already Wednesday. Weird.
… wants something for lunch but is not motivated enough to make anything, though plenty of food is available.
… is a jelly donut. Or at least feels at way.
… is surprisingly missing all the walking she did in NY.
… wishes her cat Kiki would bathe herself properly so that a bathtub bath wouldn’t be so necessary.
… is perplexed that she was able to find a Margaret Atwood book out there she’d never heard of, much less never read.
… feels a little overbooked – her weekends are looking very full for the next two months.
… would update her status on Facebook every thirty minutes if people wouldn’t think it was crazy, or a result of not having enough to do.
… thinks science fiction is one of the best inventions of mankind.
… is not excited about opening all of the boxes of catalogs, samples and books that arrived while she was away.
… is super excited about dumping all of the catalogs that didn’t get used this season. Woot!
… needs to vacuum. Her husband has an affinity for popcorn and sunflower seeds, not all of which end up being consumed but on the floor instead.
… wishes House would have more accurately portrayed opiate withdrawals. It doesn’t help the world to think that it’s really hard to get off for about 12 hours, but after that you feel fantastical. I seriously doubt it’s like that.
… is not pregnant. Not that she ever thought she was, but for the record, wanted to confirm the truth for all involved.
… is conflicted by her excitement for her job last week and her utter disdain for it this week.
… feels badly for Dear Friend who is having frustrating car issues. Poor thing, but at least she’s stuck outside of an ABC Beverage store – there could definitely be worse places to be stuck.
… is open to suggestions. Of any sort.
… is jealous of her cats. It is not fair the life they get to lead.
… wants to express her gratitude to whoever came up with the idea to plant wildflowers down the interstate medians… beautiful and better than mowing, anyday.
… is now going to get that lunch. It’s only 3pm…

Well that was just about as much fun as I’d always hoped it would be! I really love status updates!

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NOTE: My complaining on this subject is by no means a statement that I believe myself to be blameless. Trust me, I’m plenty to blame. I’ll be happy to recount all the ways I’m to blame toward the end of this post.

Anyway, it really annoys the snot out of me that my three cats seem to think that the most luxurious place to curl up and nap is on top of freshly laundered clothes. I’m not even just talking about the warm ones, which make me want to curl up and take a nap, too. I’m talking about the polo shirts I’ve “straightened” (my substitution for hanging Hubby’s clothes) and thrown over the back of the recliner in our living room. That can’t be that comfortable! And they are clean, they don’t smell like Hubby, really, now that they’re clean… So what’s the draw?

Now, to fully disclose my culpability in this matter:

  1. I convinced my husband it was a good idea to get three cats.
  2. I don’t hang up  my husband’s clothes anymore.
  3. My husband doesn’t actually have a closet anymore either.
  4. Instead of doing something about the problem, I just leave one shirt on top of the stack to catch all the cat hair so Hubby can wear the ones underneath. Then I re-wash the shirt on top and rotate another shirt to the top of the stack. Really, it’s a terrible cycle.
  5. I got worked up enough to write a blog post about it and now that I’ve gone through all the ways that it’s all my fault, I really don’t care anymore.