I didn’t know that Chili’s also served as a children’s hospital.
I was doing a search for Children’s Hospitals in Rockledge, FL and it popped up.
HA! Maybe the people at Chili’s are using tasty beverages as an anesthetic?
My good buddy Mr. Snay emailed me over the weekend with something he thought was quite fitting for yours truly.
I give you The Cats’ House.
I love it! How cool! Unfortunately, I can’t start construction on my current home. Jason is planning some “big residence changes” in the coming years, and tearing up a home I plan to vacate at some point isn’t the best idea in the world.
But someday…I plan to have a house with sisal rope walls and cat walkways…oh boy!
I was getting my daily update of ACW, when I came across his discription of David’s Bridal (read: the most evil place on earth):
All in all it wasn’t too bad a trip, but I’m having a hard time thinking of
the store without imagining dozens of Gollums clutching dresses while clawing
and hissing at me, “It wantses to takesss my preciousss. Preciousss!!!”
Oh, how true, how true! ACW, you captured the essence of Satan’s Handmaidens’ dress emporium perfectly!
Last night around eight, after Erica got off work, she called asking if I wanted to go eat with her and Deena. I, as a loyal devotee of both Erica and Deena, said yes. Erica picked me up and we were on our way to some very tasty Schezeuan.
During the schezeuan dining extravaganza, I suggest that we adjourn to Friendly’s for some tasty treats. After some hemming and hawwing, we agree to head to Friendly’s and leave. So, as Erica and I pull out of the parking lot, we hear the telltale “flap flap flap” that signals….dun dun dun! A flat tire. We pull her little Celica over into a Ford dealership right off Kirkwood Highway, and Deena calls and asks what’s up. So, Deena pulls in with us. Erica, being superwoman, proceeds to get out of the car and tries to tear the tire off with her bare hands. (I’m just kidding, she didn’t really). Turns out she has a tire lock on her tire (which, really, is nice of those Toyota people, wanting to make extra sure the tire doesn’t just fly off while driving) and the damn thing was broken, so even if she wanted to try to take the tire off, she couldn’t.
Now, I think now would be a good time to mention to all of my friends in blog land that don’t know: Erica and Ray are expecting. So, Erica is trying to do all this while pregnant. Dispite my many protests, Erica tells me, “Becky, correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m butcher than you.” Which yes, techincally it’s true, but I’m also not carrying precious cargo.
But I digress. So thankfully, the damn lock wouldn’t come off, and Erica calls roadside assitance. Meanwhile, Deena went to Starbucks which was right across the street and loaded us up with warm tasty beverages. We headed to Erica’s house (which oddly enough was about a half mile away) to let out Mike, Iggy and Jack, and waited while roadside assistance called to tell us that they’d be there in about forty five minutes.
Ray ended up getting home from a show around the time we got to Erica’s, so Deena and I went home (Deena took me home, I didn’t walk) and Erica kept my cell phone because hers was dead and that’s the number we gave roadside assistance to call us back.
So, the moral of this story is: the next time you get a flat, try to make sure that a) you’re with two good friends b) you break down inside a car dealership underneath a mechanic bay so you don’t get wet, c) you break down across the street from starbucks and d) about a half mile from your house.
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Sorry for any inconvenience.
Sincerely,
The Management
So, because Jason hates me and wants me to neglect my house, him and my cats, has introduced me to the wild world of WoW.
I’ve been sucked in. It’s like an alien life force compelling me to play. It’s a compulsion. It’s sick. I remember last thanksgiving, I called him to say hi, and he wanted to get off the phone quick because he was playing (you can’t pause it) and he’d been playing for 13 hours STRAIGHT.
Now, I know how he felt.
So earlier this evening Lee was over, and Ansel decided he wanted to start attacking mommy’s shoes. So he gets his whole face and paws in a pair of loafers I have, and proceeds to scoot around on the floor, trying to dig his way to china, or something.
Just now, Ansel comes gallouping into the living room, carrying something in his mouth. He proceeds to drop a still wrapped OB onto the floor and bat it around like a hockey puck. I have a feeling when I go brush my teeth later, he will have masaccred the whole box.
He is just such a little shit, this cat.
Remember this?
My watch has returned, and IT WORKS!!! They fixed it! Oh, happy day! After Jason and I came home from breakfast yesterday morning, we saw a fedex package on my front step. Inside, was my watch, with a new winder.
I promised myself that I’d start taking better care of my watch, so it’ll last another eight years. They weren’t kidding about that lifetime guarantee.
WHOOP!
Has anyone seen the “I Hate Steven Singer” billboards along 95 in Philly?
I have. And they never made sense until today.
It all makes sense now, but what an odd way to advertise, you know?
It’s finally happened. I’ve finally turned Jason into one of THOSE MEN.
We went up to the Ikea in Philly this afternoon, after having breakfast with Erica and Raymond, and stopped at a store called MONSTER PETS. So we walk in, and the first thing Jason runs to are….wait for it….
Cat leashes. Yes, you read that right. Cat leashes. Jason has turned into one of THOSE PEOPLE.
Even I’m not that weird. Cats on leashes is just NOT RIGHT.
So, I couldn’t talk him out of it, and we got two. We bring them home, and tried a few of the cats out on them, and they went over so-so. Baby and Ansel and Schaeffer liked them all right, but Patrick and Spike freaked out.
But cat leashes, people! Really!
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