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That awkward moment where you're flirting over texts with your crush and also texting a coworker (manager, but not my manager) and have to be extra careful not to confuse the two.

I ate way too much food from Green. But it was delicious.
Also, synthetic drugs are disgusting. Thank you, informative seminar.

Recently I was sending flirty texts to one girl while also sending intense maybe-we-should-stop-seeing-each-other-even-though-I-really-care-about-you texts to a different girl and was so worried I would mix them up.

New cat is finding all of the best hiding spots. I looked absolutely everywhere I could think of for him to be hiding and couldn't find him. Then I shook a bag of treats and he immediately appeared from nowhere with a massive dust bunny on his tail. I have absolutely no idea where he was.

I have a soy milk maker again. I can't wait and hopefully my yogurt maker will arrive tomorrow.

My mom and I used to have this problem with our cat. He was huge and incredibly fat, so we--to this day--had no idea where in the hell he could go that we couldn't figure out, but cats are magic.

Once we found him under the couch and it was the most ridiculous thing ever. I don't know how he managed to pancake so flat for such a big cat.

cats, magic cats. THEY'LL SAVE EVERY ONE OF US.

That was a Bowie-Flash Gordon mash-up especially for cats.

You're welcome, cats.

A J Tessimond had it right about cats:
Cats, no less liquid than their shadows,/ Offer no angles to the wind./ They slip neat, diminished, through loopholes less than themselves...

Cats are totally magical.

I was in a bad mood but now I'm not because cat.

It's my dog's birthday tomorrow! I have an appointment tomorrow but I think we're doing a little party with dog ice cream and I'm way more excited than she is.

I know, right?

I was catsitting my colleagues cat some time ago, and she was AWOL for the first 3 days. Turns out, she was hiding in my book case at eye height, behind all my books. what the fizzle ?

Also, my gigantic tomcat fits under my couch too. Apparently cats fit through/under everything that fits their head.

My cat slashed me in the nose one morning to wake me up, and now it's scabbing. People keep saying "you have a little something..." and I'm like "CAT."

My cat likes crawling in under the covers of my bed to take naps. I'll see the lump, go in and pull back the covers, and he'll be all squinty from the light. It's adorbs.

Hehe. Squinty eyed cats are the most dramatic thing ever.

My cat tried to slurp my plugs out my ears this morning. What do we win for creepdorableness?

That would be awkward! Thankfully, I successfully kept them separate.

My conspiracy-theorist uncle keeps posting things on facebook about how the government staged the Sandy Hook shooting. I'm quietly unfriending him for it, but I hate that he's so convinced he's right about the world that there's no way to talk to him about it.

Example of his bullshiitake (Not Sandy Hook related because that stuff peas me off too much):

So, I was tired but a 2 hr nap from 5-7 fixed that.
That'll surely be a cure for the insomnia that's been plaguing me as of late.

pastabake, whoa! I hope this isn't a relative you have to see often.

Why is the internet so full of trolls?

I usually only see him twice a year (Thanksgiving and Christmas). Phew.

I'm just glad my grandparents know to ignore him, because my 86 y.o. grandfather has cancer and Uncle Richard was trying to talk him out of chemo and radiation and into "natural cures" touted by some quacky guy on a podcast. Sheesh.

Seriously! LW, can I be one of your students?

I'm getting a lot of this too lately. I can understand some doubt about 911, even today, but this is just obscene. i have a woo-woo friend and I know i'll be blocking him too this week if things continue the way they're going.

My Bill does this on occasion and it makes me giggle with delight every time. Ghostface is the excellent hider. I will be positively panicking, thinking that somehow she has escaped the apartment, and sometimes even shaking the bag of treats doesn't get her out. But she is always somewheres. Yesterday morning I left a low drawer open that goes back into the wall pretty far, and I went to close it and heard a little 'merp' and realized that the tip of her tail was just barely visible. How did she fit? The drawer is so full of things!

Now that I can stop worrying like crazy about my dog, I'm realizing that I am working way too much and I'm exhausted. I guess I have Thursday evening off, but I'm going over to the ex's house to be with Rowdy while he is at work, so I'm not going to be able to get any cooking/cleaning/laundry done that needs doing. Sunday! It seems so far away! I want to have my friends over for dinner, but by the time I'm done with all of the house things, I'll be too tired to chat with them. Bah. 3 jobs make for a busy me.

I have a lot of work to do but zero interest in actually starting doing it. I also didn't get much sleep last night (but got cuddles and sweet and important conversation instead, so I'm not complaining), but I have a meeting with my boss tomorrow where I know she'll ask me about this work and I really need to get started.

Kick me off the PPK please.