Caught Red…Handed
I was painting the venture brothers poster red, black, white: I was working with red. My big fluffy cat jumped right onto my easel of red paint. I thought I got her in time, I picked her up by the belly and tossed her on the floor. I didn’t see any paw prints on my work. Anyway. A few hours later, I go pet her (apologize for the cat toss), and she’s got a bright red paw. I look back on the floor, and there are pawprints to the living room. It’s not so bad, acrylic can come out with soap with a good scrub. But later…brent shows me red kitty print on the toilet seat >.>. I try to keep her from drinking out of that…brent caught her red…pawed.
moody
I just don’t know what to do. And if I did, could I? somethings can be fixed chemically, and some things can’t. /ignore life
moving quirks
you know, moving apartments makes me realize the things i took for granted – knowing how to maximize the dishes in the dishwasher, knowign where all the electrical plugs are, and knowing that if you move the knob on the shower a quarter of an inch, you will scald yourself. Yeah. All those things I learn all over again.
Nesting
I’m almost done making my nest. new apartment and new ideas. Going to cat-proof the living room and set up some squirrel bait. in other news, where the wild things are has a release date – october!
Moving soon.
Moving soon, not going to far, but I can’t believe how much stuff we have. I don’t plan on opening all the boxes once we get there though. If I can find a job, then we can move into a house. I’d like something I can customize.
In other news, take a look at this video: