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.

My scale is nowhere near accurate enough. Best I hope for with my scale is a five pound range when I weigh myself.

but I'm going to attribute that diff to different scales and establish this as the household baseline.

Good plan. It's not the exact number so much as the general trend information that I end up needing.