Wit was friggin' brutal.

It was brutal, but amazing.

feeling distinctly un-Steph-like and neighborly.

I lurve this. As you well know, it has been my refrain these past 2 year.

The dogwalker network in our community (we have teeny yards but a great big field nearby) is THE source of neighborhood news and gossip. Not having a dog, I have to rely on Elizabeth to keep me up to date for new larger than our street (where I appear to have befriended more neighbors than anyone else. I got dubbed the drunken New Mexican mayor of Elkader. To be fair, my wineglass mysteriously was always full.)

Took a spectacular fall in Target. Some dumbass spilled what I assume was a bottle of soap and vacated (laundry detergent based on its lowsudsing in the shower later. ) It was clear, I stepped in it, one leg went one way, the other..well, the other. Landed on one hip, doing the splits. Never knew I could. I had soap all the way ALL THE WAY up my inner thigh. I was wearing a dress. I'll probably only get a couple of bruises out of this. Took half one of those industrial sized roll of paper towels to get enough off that I could walk without fear of falling . Manager was apoplectic, really wanted to get me checked out. Thing is? I fall well. I don't like falling, but when I do, I'm really good at not doing lasting damage. I don't know how.

Laundry washing now, the dress soaked up a fair amount.

Have the next two days off, but will be entertaining my uncle until Sunday. But the cat fur is sucked up, kitchen floor clean, and I shoved a bunch of boxes into the closet.

And MK is 7 lbs 9 oz on the kitchen scale I bought at Target. I had to put him in a bowl. It was kinda funny.

The dog episode caught me by surprise. Silly snarky Futurama is not supposed to make me cry, goddammit. I don't want to watch shows that make me cry. I've done enough crying for one life. What's the point, anyway? Catharsis? It's awful. I was interested in renting Up until a friend told me it would make me cry. I still don't know what's sad about a cranky old guy flying his house around with balloons. I guess he dies. Maybe a dino eats him. I also don't know how they went back in time with balloons.

Yay, Steph! I congratulate you on extending yourself socially. I think I've actually gotten worse about it, myself. One of my neighbors has a dog, but it's an annoying chihuahua that keeps pooping on my lawn. My new neighbor has a red Jeep with a Superman sticker in the back window; seems like that should be an opening for me to introduce myself, but I don't know how. Not sure I really want to, anyway.

I'm gonna buy a kitchen scale to weigh my cats in bowls! That's adorable.

Up is actually wonderful, but there's a bit at the beginning that's like Toy Story levels of unfair cry-button pushing.

Mister Kitty gave me one of his rare looks of WTF you freaky human? as I put him in.

I do have to monitor his weight. But I might move to something less insulting than a bowl. It was convenient. All the cardboard boxes are in the basement.

Glad you know how to fall well, sara. It's a good skill to have. I think I lost it.

Laundry washing now, the dress soaked up a fair amount.

Silver lining is free soap? Yeah, not so much.

I did't think about weighing the cats on a kitchen scale. I just stand on the scale holding one of them and then weigh myself without the cat.

The one people scale I have is pretty old and suspect. And since MK has gotten so small and off the insulin for a couple weeks, I really need to track losses of under a pound. Luckily, the largest kitchen scale at Target is 11 lbs. Perfect. He was a lb higher at the vet's at intake, but I'm going to attribute that diff to different scales and establish this as the household baseline.