good and bad

I love talking to Steve. But I am very jealous of the time he gets to spend with the kids. I'll be eating dinner tomorrow with Nana and Uncle Ted and the rest, while he eats at Cindi's dad's house with that whole family. Aargh.

We talked about movies. Bitched about Blair Witch 2, which we both hated. I can believe I sat through it. He told me what happened on "Smallville," which I managed to sleep through again. Just common everyday stuff, in other words. Steve rules.

In other news, what is it about me that attracts cat excretions? I know he's old and it's not his fault, but it's getting on my nerves.