SETTING: Real life, elementary school, walking to my car.
LITTLE GIRL: Mom - can I get the "California Girls" song on my iPod?
MOM: Oh - yeah of course - the Beach Boys song?
LITTLE GIRL: No mom. Katy Perry!
MOM: I didn't know Katy Perry did a version of California Girls. We'll look it up when we get home.
This, my friends, is the kind of conversation that makes me scared of having kids.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
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Tuesday, January 18, 2011
What's New Pussy-Cat?
My cat sleeps with me a lot.
Like.
A lot.
And this is not a necessarily easy task. You see - I have a bunk bed and I sleep on top. Thus my cat, who is very large (and on a diet) must strategically jump from the bottom bunk, to a dresser, to my bed. For a slightly awkward, but non-the-less-endearing, fifteen pound feline - it is practically Olympic.
This has caused no limit of grief for my sister. Bluebell, the super-sized sassbucket, is actually her cat. My sister, Joanna, sleeps on the bottom bunk. A bunk in which Bluebell must jump to get to me. Sometimes, Blue will sleep with Joanna (as it should be) but mostly she sleeps with me.
Life is not without balance however. It does seem that every time this cat sleeps on my bed - I am visited by crazy nightmares. It is my now completely reasonable assumption that the fuzzy body curled into my legs is actually transmitting some sort of sinister thought waves into my sleeping brain. Maybe it is just some sort of karmic payback for the cat favoring me over her owner? Who knows.
Maybe that's why they say to not let cats in the cradle.
I'll let you know if she kills me.
Like.
A lot.
And this is not a necessarily easy task. You see - I have a bunk bed and I sleep on top. Thus my cat, who is very large (and on a diet) must strategically jump from the bottom bunk, to a dresser, to my bed. For a slightly awkward, but non-the-less-endearing, fifteen pound feline - it is practically Olympic.
This has caused no limit of grief for my sister. Bluebell, the super-sized sassbucket, is actually her cat. My sister, Joanna, sleeps on the bottom bunk. A bunk in which Bluebell must jump to get to me. Sometimes, Blue will sleep with Joanna (as it should be) but mostly she sleeps with me.
Life is not without balance however. It does seem that every time this cat sleeps on my bed - I am visited by crazy nightmares. It is my now completely reasonable assumption that the fuzzy body curled into my legs is actually transmitting some sort of sinister thought waves into my sleeping brain. Maybe it is just some sort of karmic payback for the cat favoring me over her owner? Who knows.
Maybe that's why they say to not let cats in the cradle.
I'll let you know if she kills me.
Monday, January 17, 2011
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