I put the cats' food on top of Edsel's crate, which obviously Edsel doesn't use anymore and which reader is it who is obsessed with me putting Edsel in a crate? I can't remember. But one of you is always all, "If you crate him, June, he'd be so much better."
That is neither here nor there. The point is, I just watched Iris jump at it, in order to climb to the top to eat her breakfast, and she hovered like a hummingbird in front of it because she missed.
Poor Iris. Her blind thing, which I just mistyped "bling thing," is not that noticeable other than that whole pesky depth perception issue.
Speaking of bling, guess who got a new collar and is irritated.
LOOK HOW CUTE! Lily haves a flowerrrrrr!
Oh, she is so completely over me. But I saw it at PetSmart, where I was, shockingly, purchasing pet supplies. You'd think by now I'd know everyone's schedule there and so on.
There was one woman there with her kid, and all three of us came upon a Basset hound at the same time. "What kind of dog is that?" the mom asked. Really? Because it's not like Bassets look a lot like anyone else. It's not like you could say is that an Australian shepherd or a Border collie. Seriously? Then the guy who owned said Basset said, "This is Bud." Okay, everyone's a moron. "But what KIND of dog?" she wanted to know. About the one foot tall and eight feet long dog with ears drooping to the ground. I mean, SERIOUSLY?
Later, I was headed to the cash register where they so eagerly take all my meager savings (like I have savings) and there was that same think tank over at the aquariums. "Mom! What is this? What is it?" The kid was crouched down, staring into the glass, right next to a sign that read CHINCHILLAS.
"I don't know. I don't rightly know what that is, Markus."
You know, that woman probably has a job, and I don't.
But speaking of that, if you didn't read my comments yesterday, I did get a call from the agency who set up my Valentine's Day interview. He wanted me to know they interviewed a ton of people for the job and have narrowed it to four finalists and I am one of the four. The fab four.
Oh you just KNOW they'll give it to some chippy who knows how to spell "embarrassed."
Remember how my friend TinaDoris gave me an employment candle? I lit it, and the next day they called me for this interview. Then I forgot about it till day before yesterday, when I lit the candle again (when I say "I forgot about it" I do not mean it was burning like Kennedy's eternal flame all this time. Because, safe) (and you know the firemen won't come back here after that last debacle) and I heard from them again. Am so lighting it right now.
After I got that call yesterday, I was so keyed up that I stampeded for the bar.
Okay, the yogurt bar. But still. I got Tahitian vanilla (because it sounds more exciting than normal vanilla) and dark chocolate. Then I topped it with strawberries and blueberries. It was effing delish.
Is frozen yogurt bad for you? It is, right? Crap.
Note the sun screaming in on my yogurt like I was on Mercury or something. It was beautiful out yesterday. Sunny and 73. You know what I say. For every Confederate flag you see here, you gotta remember the weather. It almost balances it out.
It was nice enough that I got to wear my new flipflops that Pal From MA got me at Christmas. It was the first time I got to sport them and show off for the hyacinth. I looked so fancy I turned that flower into a greetingsynth.
I am berserk. Why is it I have no employer?
Okay, am off. If I hear from that employer I will make a super special A Very Special Bye Bye Pie announcement. Maybe I will send them this foot photo. Will that make me memorable?