This weekend I went everywhere and did everything and everyone, so let’s begin.
Every year at this time a coworker, who does not wish to be on my blog, has a party. Technically it’s her b-i-r-t-h-d-a-y but she’s low key about that part, so it’s just, you know, a party. I have gone to it several years in a row and I have a fabulous time. I also try to take surreptitious photos of the fun I’m having while respecting her wishes. Because oh my god I always have so much fun.
So. That was the kind of fun where you go to bed but you keep giggling about things that happened that night and you jiggle the bed and annoy the dog.
Before the party and after, I hung out with Black Sabbath, here, who continues to be in good spirits and yet half the time not have perfect health. I just want him to get to two pounds and get adopted by people who will get him to a vet who will figure it the hell out.
On Saturday morning, Milhous’s gift arrived. He’s been so helpful with the black kitten,
playing with him and generally showing him the cat ropes, as opposed to Old and Biddy, who won’t give him the time of day. That’s actually not fair to Lily, who will lick him sometimes and so on.
Iris, however, is like Barbecue Becky or whomever. Not a fan of black kitten just living his life.
Anyway, I’ve noticed Milhous not only likes sleeping in the blanket holder that he knocked over and made into a bed,
he also, I’ve noticed, likes Black Betty’s kitten bed.
So I decided to get him a covered bed, an actual cat bed, as a little thank you for his help with Shirley Temple Black.
He won’t even TRY the new bed, which cost me $12.99 and has jaunty Frida Kahlo deer on it. WON’T.EVEN.TRY.
That box, doe.
Anyway, on Saturday I cleaned the house and did the laundry and washed the dog and got ready for my evening out. The copy editors at work got together to support one of our own: One of us arm wrestles. As a fundraiser, there was an arm-wrestling competition at a bar really near me, so all of the copy editors bought a ticket and watched the dang thing, which was hilarious. All the competitors dressed in costumes, and had personas, and when there was an arm wresting tie, there was a dance-off to see who won.
I got there before the other copy editors, who came in a gang. What would a group of copy editors be called? A paragraph?
I bought a raffle ticket to try to win a pink vegan leather portfolio, which I don’t need, but pink leather! I’m Pinky Tusca-juno, over here.
After the evening was over, I traipsed to the Mexican place and got me some nutritious taquitos to go. I love the Mexican place.
Then Sunday was Mother’s Day, so I called my mother, then left the house to “go do things” and what I did was get a turtle sundae and go to the cemetery.
In my family, whenever we get together, someone eventually suggests we get ice cream and go to the cemetery. I didn’t even realize I was following holiday tradition till I was digesting the caramel while admiring tombstones.
Afterward, I went to the garden store. If I had money, I’d get a new umbrella for the back yard table as it got broken during the hurricane, and I’d get more cheerful cushions for the outdoor chairs, as they are currently this beige-y rose color of disappointment. I call it Girl Bits of Sadness color.
Anyway, it turns out, lawn furniture is expensive.
So, since I could’t buy an umbrella or cushions for the pushin’, I just wandered around and looked at stuff.
Anyway, I did end up buying a small birdhouse to decorate m’shed. Once I took it home, I realized all the nails that exist on my shed are too sticky-out-y, but I put the birdhouse on one of them anyway.
So that was my brief rundown of the weekend and now it’s Thursday, practically. So.