Somebody asked to see a photo of Henry in the comments yesterday, not that someone wanted me to literally wedge a photo of Henry inside the comments.
Really, all you have to do is look at any picture of him from October to the present, because he still REFUSES TO GROW. He must have some rare tropical parasite or something.
Or maybe he's just going to be a small cat. But why did he grow at such an alarming rate for the first seven months and then just get tired of growing?
Also, for those of you who pay attention to this sort of thing, you may have noticed that the room behind our little opening, there, suddenly looks like the Starship Enterprise Rent-a-Car. This is because Marvin has to make everything ugly.
I wish Marvin weren't into black boxes and cords. I wish he were into flowers and sparkly things and vases and pianos and I guess I am saying I wish Marvin were Liberace. But as it is, he is forever moving his dusty, heavy black boxes and cords to new parts of the house, and it makes me eternally more depressed. I wish we had a bigger house, one where he had a large area to hide all these depressing, large, dusty black things.
Harps. What if he were into harps? Wouldn't that be pretty? Oh, here is my husband's harp collection. Here is my husband's money collection. Isn't it nice? My husband collects cosmetics. Would you like to see?
So we had a wonderful time at our dinner last night. The place we went was way the damn hell out in the country and oh! with the stars. My husband collects stars. Look up! It was pretty. Also too they had a cat and a dog, and you know how I judge the success of the evening based on whether there were pets and I got to pet said pets. Success!
And the food was good. My best friend always waxes on to me about the food the next day, but I am kind of indifferent to food. However, the food really was notable. Delicious salad with some kind of toasted nut, and a dark chocolate brownie, and of course my lasagna.
Oh! And did you know if your garlic is bendy, you can put it in ice water and it'll be fine? I learned that on Facebook last night. Turns out it's just dehydrated. Your garlic, not Facebook.
At any rate, I must (guess what? wait for it!) proofread for a while, then I have running club, so the day yawns before me at its usual pace. The people we met last night talked about how they're friends with all their neighbors, and get together with them all the time. I hardly know any of my neighbors. I am friends with Peg next door, and vaguely know the other next-door neighbor, and there's the gay guy who walks his two dogs in sweaters who I say hi to.
Okay, have I ever asked the guy, "Say, what is your sexual orientation?" No. Have I ever seen him make out with a man while he's on his walks? I have not. But, come on. His dogs wear sweaters. I am hazarding a guess, here.
Anyway. My house of black boxes and I are off. Comment of the week goes to Carol T. Click on This Week's Special to see. And don't forget, we are getting together here to watch the Academy Awards! And this month's book club is book Water for Elephants! And apparently I like exclamation points!