My camera is in the trunk of my car, and no I am NOT gonna go out in my jams and get it in the 20 degrees, but Iris and Lily are cuddled in the bed and they look SO CUTE and you're just gonna have to trust me on this.
Yesterday I opened the door to their room to see how it'd go with Lily meeting the dogs. Naturally the dogs galumphed over with all the cool of Jerry Lewis. HEY LADY!!!!!!
And you know what Lily did? She rubbed her head on everyone. She never met those dogs and she was all, hello! rubrubrub.
Lily is a total slut cat. I like that about her. Then we all got on the couch while I supposedly did my freelance work and it went without incident. And by "without incident" I mean I got no work done and in two weeks I will be hysterical over my statistics book deadline, as usual. But I had KITTIES to stare at!
Also? Hello, Hulk. I know you are enjoying my all-cats all-the-time posts.
June. Knowing her pirate things.
In other news (Hulk is shooting off fireworks), I keep forgetting to tell you that my pal Dick Whitman's sister sent me an email. Yes, he has a sister, not just a mom. Dick Whitman's sister emailed me a nice note, thanking me for being in Dick Whitman's life, and for being in her mom's life, too. She said I made them both laugh. And isn't that nice? It's nice to be appreciated for just being your stupid self, you know?
Once at an old job, it was this one woman's birthday, and they'd made her a birthday crown. She wore it for awhile then took it off. Our coworker Katie said, "Hey! Where's your birthday crown?" The woman said, "Oh, I took it off. I mean, I know JUNE GARDENS would wear it all day, but..."
Katie took the crown and put it back on our coworker's head. "Everyone needs a little June Gardens in them," she said.
Note she said A LITTLE. Still. I always liked that compliment.
Anyway, I must go. I have the busiest weekend ever ahead of me. Not only do I have 900 million pages of exciting statistics to read, I have a party to go to tonight, and the dog trainer is coming tomorrow, and my friends Chris and Lilly the person are coming for dinner (not that Chris and Lilly are one person) to meet Iris and Lily the cat (not that they are one cat). Then I have a hot date Sunday (I said I'd pick the place and I keep not picking a place, and finally my date emailed me. "So, are we just getting a six-pack and drinking it in a parking lot?").
I think that sounds lovely.
Look who I forced to pose for the webcam just now. Why do I have an enormous Popeye arm? I really don't in real life. Honestly, is she not the prettiest cat? Right now she's standing on the table glaring down at Edsel with disdain. As we all do. Didn't take long for her to figure HIM out.
All right. Am out of here. With my Popeye arms and 50 pets and work ethic. Go out and have a little June Gardens in you today.