OK, maybe one more photo.



On the rare occasions I catch these two sleeping together, they usually bust up too quickly for me to get the camera. They're normally all manly kitty coughing and "ahhh, hey - was he sleeping there next to me? I had no idea. I, ahem... I'll just go eat something and then scratch up a few things..."

This is the stupidest thing I've read all day. And I've been surfing the web, so you know I've read up on the stupid today.

I love how they interviewed someone from the Farmer's Almanac. Because I just don't see the most auspicious dates to start planting soybeans as all that useful for the modern terrorist.

I laugh, but one of these days the suits are going to show up here and take away my Internet connection in the name of Homeland Security. Sigh.

And my other "baby"!



That's it for pictures for a bit. My digital camera died a sad, lonely death recently and various expenses of sorts outweigh the "I wanna toy!" urge to replace it. Hopefully before the trip to England in March.

And now for something completely different: a bug.



(It occured to me I've never actually shown off my baby here...)

2 AM at my place this morning finds me dancing around the living room with squirming orange cat in arms, singing along with Zero Mostel.

If I were a rich man,
ya-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee-da-dum
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum
If I were a very wealthy man....

A) The cat is not amused.
B) The boyfriend really needs to return to save me from myself.

Keith's plane is probably taxing to takeoff as I write this, and I miss him already. Part of it is worry. I need to stop watching the news. And I also need to remember that terrorists are probably unlikely to target the high-profile Atlanta to Islip route.

And part of it is just wanting to share the holiday with him.

Since I can't have that, I'll settle in for the evening, make some calls on my lovely new (a gift) phone, put my PJ's on early and curl up on the couch with my cats. We'll watch movies and munch on bad-for-us goodies. (Yes, I'll break down and share with the cats.)

May all of you out there have a happy and wonderful holiday. :)

Courtesy of my boyfriend's mad photography skills, this is He Who Must Be Watered enjoying his morning aquatic excursion.

And gush gush gush over the hot guy in the suit. :)

All I want for Christmas is for spammers to stop using my e-mail address as a return e-mail address on their spam, thereby spamming me with bounced e-mail messages for spam I never sent in the first place.

Oh yes, and I'd also like world peace.

And a new president.

And a pony.

...

And maybe some nice cheese.

Wow. Over a month! That may be a record for me... It would likely be longer, but I'm being hassled by certain persistent types. And hey, at least I'm beating two of those types to updating their own damn sites.

The thing is, I haven't had much enlightened to share lately. Work is insanely busy, but I found time to skip off and visit my parents for a few days recently. It's amazing how fulfilling it can be to do nothing but sleep and nibble on Mom's cooking for a few days. I can't remember why it is I ever moved out of my parents house. After three days I was willing to stick around and let them support me in the lifestyle to which I was becoming accustomed.

My boyfriend is still insanely wonderful. Seriously. If I'd been updating every day, it would just degenerated into posts about how sweet and adorable he is. I'd blather on about how he surprised me with a mini-Christmas tree while I was out of town a few weeks ago. Or how utterly handsome he looked in a suit at my company Christmas party last weekend. You'd just get annoyed at my gushing, so I'm really doing everyone a favor by only posting once in a month.

I finished my Christmas shopping over a week before the holiday this year. For those of you keeping track, that is one of the signs of the apocalypse. The horsemen will be arriving soon. Have sugar cubes ready.

See? Boring!