I have a confession to make . . .

I am totally in love with Shiny New Boyfriend. Totally and completely gone. He's so great and I'm acting all stupid and squishy and I lurrrrrrve him. And yet . . .
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I still rock out to Single Ladies by Beyonce. (And by "rock out", read "car-dance in an exuberant yet dorky manner".)

Sing it, girl!

Update: Near as I can figure out, Beyonce was married when this song came out. Woo! Let the car dancing commence!

Reason #657 why I like animals better than people

You can say horrible, horrible things to animals as long as you do it in a cute voice.

"Who's a giant pain in the butt? Is it you? Yes, you are! You can shut right up with your whining, because you are a fat obnoxious kitty who is not going to get fed. Yes, and if you don't get out from under my feet, I'm going to sell you to the gypsies to be made into a hat. I am indifferent to your problems; oh, yes, I am!"

Just try doing that to your loved ones.

Alex senses that his human slave is mocking him,
and plans to retaliate by barfing up a hairball on her pillow.

Holy torrential downpour, Batman!

Amazing amounts of rain have been falling on Atlanta for the past week. It's been truly incredible. Fortunately, Chez Wading Lightly is on a hill (unlike poor Southbork), so we're not too worried about flooding. We have been fending off massive ant incursions as the little beasts look for somewhere dry to set up shop. Shiny New Boyfriend's car was totally and impressively overrun, but other than that, we've managed to escape unscathed so far. I'm really, really ready for it to stop raining now.

Jaymie is coping as best he can.

Things I learned today . . .

Do not try to scratch your nose while riding in the back of a truck over a really bumpy road, lest you hit a bump and end up jamming your finger way up into your nostril and poking yourself in the brain. Smartz. I haz dem.