Someone needs to invent better food. I’m tired of eating a reasonably sized dinner, and being hungry again in the morning. I don’t like eating. It’s boring. Preparing food, even moreso.
Curse you, metabolism!
In other news, despite two showers, I still have paint in odd places. The bottoms of my feet are a delightful mosaic of three different colors. I feel a bit like a sunny smurf. However, Artos & Sue’s newly painted nursery looks fantastic. I’m pretty proud to have been a part of that.
Who wouldn’t love a room that has this little guy poking his head in from the window?
In other, other news, I am fed up with my complete lack of logic when it comes to infatuation. Take two people. Both are pretty close to “my type” physically. One has a ton in common with me, has a similar sense of humor, etc etc etc, and should, by all counts, tickle my fancy. The other has less in common with me, enough baggage to make any sensible girl run for the hills, and all sorts of good, solid reasons as to why it would be a bad match.
And which one, boys and girls, do I have a bit of a crush on? Yeah, of COURSE it’s the one would be a lousy match. The first one, while definitely being someone I want as a friend… there’s no “zing”. And if there’s no zing, it’s just no good.
Man. I knew I had bad taste, given some of the rather interesting (interesting as in the curse “may you live in interesting times” interesting) romantic choices I’ve made in the past… but I’ve never seen it laid out so plainly before.
This is reason number 42719 why I am way better at being single than not. Stupid brain.
And finally, in other, other, OTHER news… the conversation below? Annoyingly true. The little fucker got his claws caught in my sweater (which I’d worn a complete total of twice) and managed to snag it and tear the threads. I’ve mostly fixed it (being a knitter must be good for something…) but you can still see where the snag is, and of course it’s right in the front-middle of the shirt. Damnit. I like Liam a lot better when he’s being cute. He hasn’t been cute this week AT ALL.
Ok, not entirely true. He was pretty cute when I was watching a movie in bed, and he curled up next to me and purred like a motorboat for about two hours.
But that’s it! In 6 days, he’s had a complete total of TWO HOURS of cuteness. Whereas Jeremy’s cats were cute the ENTIRE TIME I SAW THEM while catsitting this weekend.
I wonder if he’d notice if I switched Liam for Squeak? I wonder if Jenn would? Hmm.
I think I might notice. I’m used to my girls’ particular brand of cuteness.
I don’t think Jenn would notice though, if you told her that the cat is in her room (when in actual fact you’d punted him). She simply might not find him, and would likely give up trying after a while.
I would notice, but would not care. My cat is bad.