Wow, that's a title that brings you right in, doesn't it? Also, alternative title of this blog: Ferreting the Small Stuff. Uncovering the Small Stuff! Welcome to Fretful's blog where we watch her point out the obvious! Compelling, eh?
- Is it totally wrong that I'm thankful a new client didn't show up? I can't handle three clients today. More about that later. Much later. Also, why must new carpeting smell so toxic? I can feel the very few remaining brain cells petering out. Halp us!
- In case you haven't noticed, I haven't updated you on my weekend travels to Boston because, psst, guess why? I'm too lazy! The Prof and our friends' 18 month old are now best friends though. Not only can he get down on the floor with any cat and be on their level, he can do that with toddlers too.
- Tonight is the last program with the kid we mentor. Thank. God. And guess what? It's only for two hours, not at a zoo (where apparently she decided she DID NOT want to look at animals anymore. And that's totally ironic that we, being animal lovers, would get the one kid who hates them), and it's in town. She'll hang out with The Prof so I can sit there and try not to be too narcoleptic.
- And here's where I talk about my cat. My little Shrimpycat is entirely too demanding. Whenever she hears cheese, she insists that we give her a small corner and it must be a very precise. I gave her a piece, perhaps a quarter or so in diameter. She sniffed it, gave it a lick, and then ignored it. This happened several times until I broke it into an eighth of a inch big. Apparently, that is the right size for her. Lesson learned from this probably boring cat story: I am my cats' bitch.
- It's time for my stroll to the bathroom. I hope you enjoyed all the ferreting that goes around here and you didn't get hit by any of the dirt I kicked around.