katt_goddess

They have to show you what a stamp looks like in case you forgot so they print a pic of one on their mailers but then cross out the forever part so you can't cut the pic out and use it as a real stamp. Dude, one word - croutons. A single bag of cheap croutons will last a week easily with me while a bag of chips is gone in seconds. Handful of dried frickin' bread and stomach is full, no more snackie feelings. A cup of water after that and it's Thanksgiving time because you are a stuffed turkey. I don't know if I want to make coffee or just drink juice or water or what. My need to drink something big is at war with my need to be lazy big.

Pica-babies are the worst. Everything goes in the mouth. Is it food? Nope. Did you eat it anyway? Yep. Is your peach-pit-sized brain smooth as a pea? Absolutely.

Someone might steal it. But now I want to do that. I can already hear the neighbor practically killing himself in a drunken stupor thinking it's real.

Get a little time off to finally just hide and recharge the batteries so naturally I had to break a tooth yesterday. Managed to get in to be seen today but I need a crown so it's just a temp filler in place for now. And now my nose has started running and my throat is scratchy which means at least tomorrow trying to nip that in the bud just in time for getting up at the buttcrack of dawn on Friday to take the farting queen to the vets for her baby boosters. I need a winning lotto ticket so I don't have to be an adult anymore.

Okay, kitten tax time. She was being cute and sleeping cuddle style. Managed one pic and now she's crawled completely under the hooded blanket.

I didn't get a pic and I'm kind of wishing I had tried. But the story anyway - Maintenance finally showed up to fix the kitchen sink only to find out that the garbage disposal [ which hasn't worked the entire time I've lived here and I never paid attention to it anyway ] was the main creature to blame for encouraging the back-ups. So that had to be completely replaced. Sakura is no longer completely shy, she has entered the curious/escape artist stage of kittening. So she had to go and keep peeking around the stove to see what was going on. Then she decided that she also needed to do something to help so she pulled her triple stacker over to the edge of the living room/kitchen where she could watch him. When he would be fighting with the wrench, she would watch him and move the balls back and forth in their levels mimicking him. So cute, weird, and at least she didn't get hit with flying water because I'd never hear the end of that from her. I do feel like Potato Bug would have actually crawled up on the guy and tried to move the wrench herself. Bitchcakes would have hopefully gone under the bed and left everyone alone because her other switch was attack cat. 'sha would have jumped on the counter to observe everything without getting in the way.

Okay, Queen of Farts. You can stop taking off your collar and hiding it any day now or I'm slapping the full-body harness on and watching you flop like a farty fish.

My system adjusts rapidly to most things. Pain meds no longer work for me. It makes surgeries especially bad because if I start coming out of anesthesia, they will not be able to get me back under. The last time, they needed about a large horse's worth to keep me out and I was already coming out of it before I was back in the recovery room. Vaccines may also break down in odd ways. But that's a me thing and I still encourage people to get them because they do still work for 99.9% of the world. First shot almost collapsed a lung. Second shot was aches and fevers. The last booster didn't seem to do much 'boostering' at all, the arm hole basically leaked saline the following day while the arthritis bitched about the shot in general.

That was...something. I ran another name through and apparently someone tried to make a facebook account in my name at one point. I think I know who.

I wear a mask around people if I'm sick/in the 'spreading it around' stage while in crowds. I pack a mask if I'm flying anywhere just in case. I avoid crowds whenever possible because too many people in an area make my brain feel stuffed. I was not able to get the booster for the latest strain because I may have already adjusted to the inert portions of the vaccine causing weird mutations. The last time I got covid, I had super smell for about 5 days before everything went to crap. I could smell everything and humans are disgusting creatures.

Relevant On topic, the kitchen sink is making weird noises and attempting to back up. Since it's not 'officially' flooding the entire place yet, it's not technically an 'emergency'. So now I have a report in for someone to hopefully do something to it on Monday if it doesn't explode tonight, I can't run the dishwasher because that'll just add to the issues, and I have to clean up the kitchen/work table area so that they don't think they've walked into a staging of an episode of 'Hoarders: Buried Alive'. * *Fall cleaning in progress always equals all the things moved from a particular area in order to give that area extra attention which means piles of assorted crap in an unrelated area like the kitchen table. The Canadian wildfires were particularly awful this year so there's ash dust to contend with.

No one: Literally no one: My 'shy' kitten the second I sit down in front of the computer so she can jump up on my chest:

Looking back and cleaning stuff up, I noticed I didn't post this one publicly. Background - when George Lowe announced that he was returning to the Con circuit earlier this year after dealing with some ongoing health issues, I started plotting this one out in the hopes that he would be making it to Dragon*Con especially since Atlanta is closer to his home than the Con he had scheduled at that time. But that obviously never happened. So in the end, these became sort of memorials instead. I was able to get a small bag to MC Chris when I met him in Atlanta since he was an old friend of Lowe's and would be able to pass things on to other close friends. I still have a good chunk left here that I might try to get to Andy Merrill for similar reasons. The Space Ghost tie tack.

Nothing. I cleaned up things a bit so that it wouldn't look like anyone randomly talking to themselves which included some benign posts that were part of the chain. I think that's what scoob is referring to anyway.

Okay, I guess a general head's up is in order. No N-word. No soft 'a', no hard 'a'. Don't make me crack open the Canadian 'a'. Don't do slurs. That out of the way, my cart is still zero. But I can almost hear the wish lists downloading from the little ones since I'm the cool aunt.