Roundup

I'd love to tell you about the great weekend we had at The Point, but I think that Dead Robot's post and subsequent pictures tell it all. Plus I left the camera in the car and I'm too lazy to go get it. It's been a while since I've been the fresh meat on the block, and while I always enjoy the attention, I do wish that I would have had the luxury of choosing who it was coming from. But that's seldom the case.

Dead Robot and Shark Boy also brought me a bottle of bubbly to celebrate my new venture. It was very sweet of them, and much appreciated. I'm happy to find new friends who are just a warped as I am. We are going it alone this coming weekend and will heed all your warnings - including "No Sex Of Any Kind In The Pool Area." Even though I know of a kind of sex that would be perfect. Damn

We arrived home to a rather foul stench on Sunday. I noticed something faintly unpleasant in the air on Friday and emptied the garbage and green bins thinking that was the problem, but obviously not. So I got down on my stomach with flashlight and did some sleuthing. I soon discovered that a certain red haired kitty was out hunting mice again and managed to wedge a dead one under the wine cooler (along with many other cat toys I discovered). Q grabbed Howard and ran and hid like a little girl in the living room while I managed to get Dead Mouse out from under the cooler, into a bag and out of the house. Howard was pissed!! I don't ever remember seeing him so angry! Apparently he didn't like me taking his toy away, and sulked and spazzed around the house for an hour or more.

This isn't funny anymore. Those mice have got to go for good.