I don't know if I remembered to mention that ridiculous Roger chewed the cord that attaches my iPhone to the computer, so I have been unable to download pictures from my camera. Why do I have pets?
Then it hit me (ow.) that I bought a plug-into-the-wall recharger thingie® (official name for it) and I realized I could jury-rig it to plug into the computer.
June. The world's most advanced technological blogger.
The POINT is, now I have all these pictures I have been taking for days and now Ima show you and just get used to it.
First of all, here is a picture of the SPARKLY STARFISH I FINALLY BOUGHT.
AAACCKKKKK!
Sorry. The coffee pot just did that beeping again that makes me panic every day.
Anyway, I like how I say the starfish I "finally" bought. I looked at it six days ago. Ohhhh, the waiting and the toiling it took for me to finally get to that starfish.
Remember when Dick Whitman said that art people describe tacky over-the-top stuff as rococo? There is no way this starfish is anything but rococo. Oh and I also bought a headband. See above. And 96 paper bags.
The REASON I finally fulfilled my lifelong dream, or my six-day-long dream, of getting the $11 starfish is I have struck up a friendship with the store's owner, who Ima call Kit. Because it's not her name or anything. I asked what she wanted her blog name to be and she said I could choose but I really like the name Kit so I'm using it.
The point is, when I posted pictures of me going to her store the other day, and could I link to that post more often as though it were the Greatest Post Ever Written? Anyway, when I wrote that post Kit SAW IT and left a comment. Oh, how I wish I could link to comments, just to be obnoxious right now.
So we've been emailing back and forth and having a high time and yesterday I had the intensest day at work and I had to come home and freelance all night (last night's topic? Colic. Do not give me a colicky baby. I always thought that was some kind of disease but from what I read colic is just God punishing you with a really super-cranky baby) so I said you know what? Ima stop off there on my way home and get that starfish.
Oh my God. I have like 80 more pictures to show you and this first one is taking 90 paragraphs.
The POINT is I met Kit, we are in love, we are new best best best friends, and here is my starfish in the bathroom. Yes, he had to pee right away.
OHMYGOD look at him! With his glitter and his teensy spraypainted shells and his GLITTER. I love glitter. Everything should be sparkly and much too jeweled.
Okay, seriously gonna show another picture now.
They do not love me that much. They love my TLC crackers. Fakers. Cracker-diggers. But at least they were able to shed 92 pounds of fur on me as they gazed at me "lovingly."
Also, I looked through that whole box of TLC crackers and did not see T-Boz or Left-Eye Lopes even once.
Now I am gazing at my own self lovingly. Would put head on own leg if humanly possible.
Oh shoot (ow). I forgot that I took a picture of me in the headband except I had to turn around, bright eyes, and yell at Edsel, who had Anderson's neck in his mouth. But I ended up liking this picture anyway.
Speaking of Anderson and his little gay gray self, he is the first cat I have fed canned food. I have always considered canned food to be kind of junky, and you know no junk goes in THIS body, so why would it go in my cats'? (Yes, I WAS just struck by a bolt of lightning. Why do you ask?)
But he was so skinny--Anderson, not the lightning--and the vet said to get canned kitten food. It seemed weird to feed him canned food made from kittens, but whatever. And do you know he has the softest, gleamiest fur I have ever seen? I have been giving Roger cans, now, too, along with fattening kitten kibble.
Here is a picture that demonstrates not at all that Anderson's fur is lovely. When am I going to win that Best Photography Blog award? I know I am also up for Most Technological, but I deserve both.
Oh. I'm out of pictures to show you. I wish I could take a picture right now, as Edsel is attacking Talu and his feathery tail is wag-wag-wagging, and Roger is leaping around trying to attack said feathery tail.
Anderson is off gleaming somewhere.
