Hey, you were throwing around the Sekrit Presbyterian Handshake and I wasn't invited! Fie! Fie!
::passes Theodosia tiny cube of white bread and plastic thimble of grape juice::
::proposes formation of Synod-level committee to study and prevent such future exclusions::
I'm about to make Loki into slippers. He's been knocking things off the stove and has knocked the same box of meds off the windowsill 4 times. I have no idea why he needs to make out with the goddamn stove. And this is not a cat who even begins to understand being yelled at or flicked. He barely gets the squirt bottle,a nd I can't find it anyway.
Hair, cut. Hardware store visited. One pair fitting pants, purchased with a gift card.
In non-pope news. I have landed in Oakland. Wheeeee!
SUZI IS THE POPE?
She is the Pope of Oakland.
That explains EVERYTHING!
YAY SUZI!
Seen on campus today: Three generations of women, from very early 20something to mom to wee frail slip of a Nana in a wheelchair, all wearing big black t-shirts with FUCK CANCER on them.
OK, according to the List of Popes, Sixtus I was the seventh pope.
That would have driven me bonkers.
Maybe there's a mouse in the stove, sarameg?
I don't think so. He's not looking for anything. Just rubbing all over it and the cabinets and windowsill and Shoving Things Off. Like a giant makeout session. And none of the others care . Even Devi is still up for a good bug chase, and if there were mice, she'd be staring at the stove. She used to stare at the stove in my apartment for HOURS.