Crissy STOLE my blog idea (part of it, at least)

I feel like such a FAILURE!! I had an awesome post---but the photo I wanted to get didn’t pan out, so I was going to PAINT A PICTURE WITH WORDS for you, and lo and behold………Crissy’s post is about a cat. Not my cat, which MY post was going to be about, but her cat. Her cute cat…..and Crissy brought her funny, so now I look like a copycat---with no funny (or very little…I manage a funny now and again).

So, we’ll start by going back to the hair (which will be a smooth segue into the cat story). Did you all notice in my blurry photos with Brandon that my breasts look GARGANTUAN?? OMG!! I’ve been staring at my own breasts with shock and awe. I don’t know if it’s the camera angle (and although the receptionist was a dear for taking the picture, she obviously doesn’t have the SKILLZ that Mr. Perfectly has…), or if it is really ME. Wow. Maybe it’s the bra? (Tawny—I took your advice and bought a bra from Lane Bryant---LOVE IT).

Anyway, I fought the cat getting into the bathroom this morning. He gets up with me and leads the way (tripping me) into the bathroom, where he insists on watching me. He waits for me to get out of the shower—then rubs against me—then acts all pissed off that he’s wet and has to groom himself. Oh, for the record, Dex and Copper come racing into the bathroom when they hear the water shut off so they can LICK the dripping water from my ankles and feet. Nothing like a dog tongue on your clean skin.

After my shower, I go to the computer and try to read my e-mail and blogs. This is why I am often late to work. When I came back into the bedroom after my computer jaunt---there was my cat all curled up. You know how cats like to curl themselves up into the smallest box in the world? And they manage to contort themselves to fit whatever container they are trying to stuff themselves into? Yea—he was all curled up IN ONE OF MY BRA CUPS. So my bra cups are large enough to accommodate a sleeping CAT. I’d laid my clothes out on the bed for convenient dressing, and my bra was cup side down, and bowl side up---for the CAT to make himself homey in.

I wanted a picture, but by the time Mr. P was done with his shower, and I was done with my makeup and could grab a camera, the cat had exited the bra. You could have also seen my unmade bed with mismatched linens—and my other dog, Buster, all snuggled in one of my 5 pillows. We’re generous like that—letting our animals sleep with us, and on our precious downy pillows (we’d better, or he’ll BITE).

I don’t think people at work like my hair. I’ve had a conversation about how I could best style if to obtain the ‘look’ I wanted—and then another co-worker kept darting her eyes to my HEAD during our conversation. You know, like when boys used to try to catch a glimpse of your BOOBS….and their darting eyes always gave them away? Yeah, it was like that only with my hair. I’m discouraged and the worry that Perfectly doesn’t fit in is OVERWHELMING today.

Arrgh. Don’t like these kind of days.

Toodles for now, all.