Can't you cats play on/with your own stuff!!!!! What do you think this is? Cats Gone Wild!!

Hello Everyone!!!

I am playing around with pics. So I thought I would showcase my babies tonight. Yes. Laurel (the big white cat in the net laundry hamper) is dangerously close to my thongs!!! I don't know why but undies (Hubby's and mine) give the cats a sense of calm. Like it was freaking Opium or something! You have no idea. They get a new toy every week. We give them boxes because they take ours. We are working on building them another tower, and I saw one at PETCO I want to get for them ($145) ... someday. They really love playing on things and in places they have no friggin' buisness. Bad kitties!

I am starting this entry here at home, and then I will work on it some more at Hubby's office. He is staying late to help prepare the office for tax season. So, I will go and help him out tonight. More like I got coerced into doing this I think. I was have asleep when I spoke to him. I did manage to tell him I have to feed the babies first. After that, I'll be hitting the road.

Stay tuned....

3 1/2 hours later, and I'm still here. I did a lot of input work. Total snooze work is what I call it. There was no music, no one to talk to, and no My name is Earl, The Office, Scrubs, or 30 Rock. Not to mention, no CSI. It was suppose to be good tonight, but I might swear it off since Grissom is gone. Off fulfilling his mission of being a Catholic priest. I guess it was bound to happen. Somebody would have to leave the show soon. It has been on the air for at least six years. Bummer. So It's just me and Bartholomew my trusty plush T-Rex. Hey, don't laugh. He held the papers and keep them separated. I have a whole work crew: Azumi the Raptor, Sakura the black Dragon, Orange the Teddy, Rip and Torn the two headed Cat, Barnelby the red dragon, and of Course the Sesshomaru twins. Yep, I'm crazy. Officially. Thanks for holding in the laughter.

Today at work was Paranormal Romance day. All those Vampire, Werewolf, Psychic, Dragon romance novels that came in before Halloween in full affect are now being returned/shredded. That means, the next one I have to pay for will be Ms. Katie MacAlister's book. Yeah. I also helped a couple of people out in the Microsoft section today. I think there should be a disclaimer on computers : "Buyer be ware. You will need to either remember or store in a safe place the names and versions of the software and hardware you purchase/run on your computer for future issues." Swear to the gods. People came in looking for a book about their computers and had no idea whether they had a MAC or PC, whether they were running Windows or Linux. They didn't even know what the hell the applications were called they were looking for. They just knew when the turned there computers on, they could type a letter. One woman couldn't even tell me what logos popped up on her computer when it started, or clicked on, or even on the actual computer case. Clueless.

Honestly I think there should be hunting seasons for humans. The weakest many not survive. Just thinning out the herds a bit. Come on. I can't be the only one that has had this thought cross her mind. You know, the asshole drivers, the elderly who somehow still believe it's still 1952, the people that enter the wrong way at the gas station, the bitchy kids and their arrogant parents, those hypochondriacs, the people that spend 25 dollars at the grocery store and try to use $30 worth of discount coupons at the store, but over half are expired, etc. But it would be a "nothing goes to waste" effort. The slaughtered Darwin victims would be grounded, filleted, cubed, whatever you want, and fed/provided to the starving people of the world. I mean how totally awesome would that be. Don't be offended. This happens in nature all the time. Watch National Geographic, you'll see. Lionesses do it gazelles and impalas everyday.

Back home again.

So, I am feeling Eve's punishment heavy. I'm gonna call it a night. My send off is from a guy that works at Hubby's Real Estate Office. He wanted to see this online, and I said, "Sure. I'll hook this up for ya!

The true definition of "Shit Happens" is reading the obituaries one day, and finding out that someone died from being run over/hit by a Septic or Manure truck.

Yokai Kifujin