“I’m not taking you anywhere. You are wearing a ladies coat and you smell of urine.”

But she did. I saw it, out the window. She let him into her car.

The majority of the stuff is out of the house now. There are things I missed, and a lot of junk that appeared when all the furniture disappeared. How does that happen? So I am going down on Monday to deal with that stuff, sign my tax return and clean out my car. There is a 95% chance it is totaled from the accident last month. Neat. Right now, I’m catching up on sleep and WoW.

Anyway, I’ve been too busy to read, let alone write, any blogs. I’ll catch up. I’m sorry, my comments may no longer be topical. But, I did notice one thing….Conversations With Dad now has it’s own blog. Conversations with Dad was always my favorite part of Drink at Work, along with Medium Large and TGP. (Medium Large seems to have stopped, tho. I’m sad. Once I quit working, I quit having any structure to my life which meant I quit reading my daily comics. I intend to get my structure, and comics, back, now that I have moved. But where is Medium Large?) So now, I can RSS feed it, and know IMMEDIATELY when a new Conversation with Dad is up. I have to admit, I kinda love Dad. He makes me laugh.

Side note: I have been driving a rental for the last month, a Subaru Outback. I love it! I think I might replace Lola with one, if she is totaled.

I felt like going back to something cleaner and whiter. It’s probably temporary, I’m trying to come up with an all new from scratch design. But I’m also trying to pack up everything I own to put in storage. So, it will be a while before we have a new design.

I did always like this banner, tho. I’m happy to see her again.

both cats are in a time out.

Wil and I have been planning to live together for months now, and what has been my biggest worry? Getting my stuff across the border. Ok, what has been my second biggest worry? That the cats would get along. Last week, we introduced Momo and Pru. Here is my interpretation of what happened.

Hiss-hiss. Growl. Rumble. Growl. Hiss-Hiss. Cold Indifferent stare. Hiss. Growl. Barely contained contempt. Hiss. Spit. Hiss. Ignore.

Hiss.

Pru went down south with me for her dentist appointment. We are back now, hanging out with the cable guy while he gives us our most reverent wish… INTERNET. The status between Momo and Pru is pretty much the same. Although, for 8.5 minutes Pru slept on my feet, albeit under the covers, while Momo curled up on my lap, above the covers, while I read. I call that progress. All in all, since there have been no physical confrontations, I am most pleased. Although Momo did jump out from under the bed at Pru with a catlike “Boo!” I like to think it was just playful.

She had some painful dental surgery yesterday. She has some bad gum disease. That noise you hear is my mother gasping in horror. She lost some teeth, and now has to go to vet dentist to try to save some others. She is pain and unhappy and I have to shoot antibiotics into her mouth twice a day. I fooled her once. But this afternoon, I think half the pink stuff ended up on me. She’s on a wet food diet now, and can’t be left alone for days, as I galavant across Canada, with a giant bowl of dry food. Therefore, she is coming up with me this weekend, so we can continue her cycle of antibiotics.
It’s very sad, and she is not happy. She hasn’t left my bed since yesterday, except for eating a couple of bites of food this afternoon, after she spit pink stuff on me. So I was trying to cheer her up.

My new MacBook Pro, dual core, dual processor, dual fabulous. Isn’t she pretty?

You know what doesn’t mix? World of Warcraft and booze. I thought it might be relaxing to have a white russian … or two… while playing some WoW with Wil and Z. I was ok when i was just killing giant killer turtles on the beach, and grinding my way up to level 37. But I knew that if I played in a group, I’d end up making them annoyed. If I had not set my character on “follow” to run after Wil on the way to the instance, I would have run into a tree. I’m such a lightweight.

But, you know what does go well together? Chatting online and booze. No diggity, no doubt. They are made for each other.

Here is the problem, not much is going on right now that I can blog about. I have a lot going on that I can’t talk about, specifically, in order to respect the privacy of others. I can say this, someone in my life is very very very sick. And I’ve been very worried and sad lately. As much as I’d like to unload that all on this blog, I can’t take the chance, infinitesimal as it is, that the people who should hear the news from the source would read it. But there is not that much to write, really. It’s devastating news, I made a point of being at Wil’s when I heard the prognosis, so I could just cry on him.

Here’s what I can blog about. I’m going to bring Pru up here in the next couple of weeks, because it makes me sad to leave her alone so much. I’d rather she be taken care of when i am down there working on the house, then left alone when I am up here. Also, my stepdad called me on Thursday and told me he was getting married on next Tuesday so now I need to find something to wear because I went down another pants size and now wear a size smaller than I wore when I graduated high school which is weird since I’m not dieting. I guess my one pair of jeans in the new size would not be appropriate. I hate hate hate event outfit shopping. Whatever I buy, it’s going to have to be black, because those are the only color dress shoes I have.

I think it’s time for a new banner design. What do you think? I’ll get right on it.

McDreamy is right, ferry boats are very safe and reliable, albeit boring.

However, did you know it’s illegal to transport honeybees on the BC Ferries? I don’t learn something new about the ferries every day, you know. I think I average about once every 3 and a half weeks.

I promise to write about something other than how bored I am on the ferry soon.

I’m dating a morning person.