So my 12 year old cat Max has developed quite the obsession with unrolling toilet paper. If either bathroom door is left open too long, it’s almost guaranteed we’ll find a pile of slightly mangled unrolled paper on the floor. He knows he’s not supposed to do it. I’ll be standing at the sink in the master bathroom and he’ll slip in behind and just *stare* at the toilet paper – sometimes streeeeetching out a paw to touch it. “Max…” I’ll say, and he’ll abruptly about face and leave.
Obsessed, he is.
The door between the bedroom and the master bathroom is one of those stupid vertical half doors, with a doorknob that doesn’t actually turn, you just pull it open.
Max has discovered that if he shoves his paw under the right side door and yanks really hard he can open the door whenever he wants to. Which is, of course, in the middle of the night.
Sleeping humans: 0
I fixed the back door today! The lock was super hard to lock/unlock and the knob would barely even TURN – which means quietly opening the door so that Jake could chase a squirrel was just not happening. Well, neither the dog nor I could stand for that, so I replaced the whole door knob.
I also have laundry in, because I’m an adult, dammit.
(image from Hyperbole and a Half because she knows, man. She KNOWS.)
Our wedding anniversary is coming up next week – April 29th is our 12th! Now, Rob and I are pretty much “unromantic” – we do birthdays and Giftmas, but we don’t do Valentine’s day or anniversary gifts. We do things – weekend away, a more “special” date night – but we don’t do gifts. Heck, we rarely exchange cards for that matter.
So the other day I remembered that April 29th was coming up and I was curious to see what the traditional gift for the 12th is supposed to be (Silk, Silk & Linen, Pearls), how they’ve changed over the years, and why they’ve changed. I told Rob what I’d found, and we talked about it for a bit.
Today the UPS man dropped off a package. “Open it,” says Rob. “It’s your anniversary gift!”
It was pearls! The latest Pearls Before Swine collection, of course. I love it. :)
tl;dr – Twelfth wedding anniversary gift is pearls; the husband gets me the latest Pearls Before Swine book.
So today I bought three small lego sets, you know, like you do, and was happily putting them together tonight. The first one I did was a squirrel treehouse; I finished it and set it aside. The next one was a truck/trailer/bulldozer thing. I finished the first part, which happened to be the bulldozer. I set that aside and started to work on the truck part, when I looked up, and, well, this happened:
Look out, squirrel!
Jen: Oh lord.
Jen: that poor dog.
Jen: As an unrelated question, where are your clippers?
Rob: under the sink :-P
Jen: Protip: You should not have told me. :D
Rob: I want to see what you’ll do :D
Jen: I’m so posting this.
Ugh. So sick.
So Rob came down with the crud last week and was feeling pretty bad on Thursday. I guess today is my Thursday, because ugh. I hope so anyway, because I don’t want to feel worse. :-( Judging by Rob, I’ve got another 4 days before I feel human. Hope the cough doesn’t get worse.
In other news, the Slanket I got for Giftmas is wonderful for “too sick to be up but not sick enough to be comatose.” Yay for warm and cuddly!
Which reminds me: FUCK the War on (some) Drugs! Useless assholes, I had to go to 4 pharmacies before I found one that carried the real Nyquil. On christmas eve! In the rain!
No wonder I’m sick.
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