So, let's see...what's happened since we last spoke...
I talked to Mr. Ordinary on the phone...Thursday night, I think. He had just come from seeing a foreign film at the cool little art theater close to my house. (One point for seeing obscure film.) And was on his way to a minor league baseball game. (One point for diversity of interests.) He asked how my rehearsals were going. (One point for expressing interest in my life). I told him when it was, where it was, how much it cost. He admitted that he'd never been to see anything on the smaller theatre side of the performing arts center. (Negative five points because that's where all the coolest stuff happens.) I thought he might actually show up, though I never asked outright if he planned to be there. He didn't. (Negative five points for not taking the opportunity to a) see me onstage, b) see the inside of one of the small theatres, c) see some cool shit.) I haven't heard from him since. Moving on.
The show Saturday night went very well. Not a huge crowd, but a seemingly appreciative one. Except for some folks who left at intermission. It might have been a little more "mature" in subject matter than they were expecting. (And that was BEFORE the monologue about Monica Lewinsky! Which was absolutely hilarious. I wish it had been mine.) Afterwards I went out for drinks with some friends. (Hi, George. Hi, Jenny. Hi, Mike and Cat.)
I tried to switch my cats from their increasingly expensive canned food to a cheaper one. Sylvie got explosive diarrhea, and Rover started throwing up. Sylvie is fine now...Rover is still sick. He's the one with heartworms, IBD and some sort of weird hair loss condition, so off to the vet we went this morning. $150 down and no answers yet. Poor Rovie! Think good thoughts for him.
Another of my old animal rescue buddies died of cancer this week. (I hadn't seen her in some time, but we used to work together at the vet clinic, and she was way cool. The two of us spent Sunday afternoons for over two months voluntarily bathing and dipping 12 kittens with ringworm one summer. In sulphur dip. Pheeww!) That makes three this summer, and THAT IS ENOUGH.
I finished "Why Men Love Bitches," but I think I'll discuss that in its very own post.
I drove to the office morning and evening on both Saturday and Sunday to feed and pet the stray cat. I know, I'm insane. But she is getting so friendly! I've instructed my co-workers to all talk to her and pet her if possible, and maybe we can actually get her adoptable. I still haven't found her kittens, though....grrr. (My vet has agreed to spay her at a reduced cost whenever I'm ready. Yay.)
Yesterday the temperature reached 104, and was still 95 at 10:00 p.m. I chose that day to mow my lawn, of course. And lived to tell the tale!
That's about it, I guess. No news on the dating front. I haven't even had any new profile views to speak of. Everybody leaps on you when you're new, and then it falls off. I suppose I should contact a few of those guys I categorized as "maybe," before my memberships expire. But that would require some effort, and did I mention it's going to be 105 today and I am CRANKY AS HELL? I had to eat a piece of cheesecake, just to get through the day. (I believe it was medically necessary. Do not attempt to disabuse me of this notion.)
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I've heard that a slice of cheesecake a day is good for...Well, good for something. I'm sure of it.
Mr. Ordinary sounded really good today until that didn't show up part...Of course do you KNOW he didn't show up? Maybe he was there, and then felt too awkward to approach you in your element...
Cat food has gotten insanely expensive lately, hasn't it? Six months ago, I could buy 8 pounds of ProPlan dry food for $13.99 and now it's $19.99. That's an increase of ... many percent! I can't give my cat cheaper food, though because she's also a fan of diarrhea. I'll think good thoughts for Rovie.
I'm thinking of starting my profile anew because of the view number thing, too. However, I think that's just an invitation to bring out more of the crazy.
I've always switched Bailey's food everytime I buy it because I didn't want her to get so used to one kind that she couldn't eat something else in case the store had run out or the company stopped making a certain kind of food, etc.
I did learn the hard way she only likes clay litter though. The one time I tried the pine kind she peed on my leather chair. And on my leather sofa.
Sending warm thoughts to Rovie.
And I'm so sorry to hear about the loss of your friend. I've been experiencing way too much death myself this summer and I'm ready for that trend to stop right now.
Poor Rovie, sending some luv.
Don't give up the search (of Mr. Right, kittens, etc.), good things are on their way. For real! ;-)
3car, it's not a big theatre, and this particular show is so laidback that we come out and take our seats onstage before the house lights go out, so I'm pretty sure I'd have seen him if he was there.
flurrious, it is crazy. I suppose it's because pet food is so full of corn, and corn is so expensive right now. Maybe I should put them outside and tell them to hunt their own dinner. (As if.)
noelle, yeah...I'm thinking more along the lines of just giving up dating again for a few years.
ss, when I started feeding a little bit of canned food every day as a treat, it was like twenty cents a can. Now it's close to fifty! Oh, if I had it to do over again.
stinkypaw, at least there's candy, right? ;)
Careful with that point tallying. You remember where that go Noelle, don't you? Poor girl.
I have a friend who has a difficult cat that needs a new home. Don't you want to come to Minneapolis, eat at the sushi boat buffet with me, and take yet another animal home with you? No?? Why not???
stef, I very much want to come eat sushi off a boat with you. But I'll say no to the cat. Am I still welcome? Hee.
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