Note to self: Next time, don't let Persephone eat any of the three-cheese chicken pasta. Last night was the worst night of "cat with gas" I've ever witnessed! And...the scent-memory might never leave me! Have a great Monday! VAI.
Another one of my Irish Grandfather's saying for you on this Monday: Trust in yourself. Your perceptions are often far more accurate than you are willing to believe. Your vote is in!
Today I painted my old BBQ, filled it with dirt, and planted veggies. It has drainage through the bottom vents, wheels so I can move it as needed, a lid I can put on if we get another freeze, and the best part, no bending over to tend to plants!
Another adventure in cat ownership: I was on the phone with someone about a callback. Because I didn't want the cats interuppting, I went into my back room and closed the door. Sadly, the effort was in vain, because Persephone, with her determination to be a pain in the ass at every turn, began banging against the door and screaming louder than a police siren. Finally even the interviewer had to ask what was going on. Embarassed, I explained that I wasn't killing my cat. She's just a spoiled brat! Have a lovely Sunday! VAI.
I learned something new yesterday: Why people calling in to a radio station curse when they don't win. I've never called a radio station for anything before yesterday, but felt inspired to try with the promise of tickets to see my favorite band up for grabs. The exercise taught me two things: One, no amount of begging, pleading, spells or prayers can make up for the HUGE lack of luck I have in games of chance. Two, when people cuss on the air, they're not as out-of-line as I always thought! TGIF! VAI.
