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Bob's Quick Guide to the Apostrophe, You Idiots.

From Bob the Angry Flower, of course!

another "can't sleep" list fest

Things I have been known to call the cat, other than his name, which is "Mitty":
Mister Kitty
Mister Fuzzy
Fuzzy-butt
big furry dumbass (when his old declawed ass gets in a fight)
O Pooper on Carpets

Things I say to the cat:
"You wanna go out? Cat out?"
"Gesundheit."
"Wanna take a nap with me?"
"There's no liver in this (whatever is being prepared at the sink)."
"You have food, you won't go out, you won't let me touch you--what the hell do you want?"
"Shut up, Mitty!"

Number of times I've cleaned cat puke up off the floor this week:
I don't remember any, so that probably means just once.

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I have nothing written down at all about last christmas. What the hell is wrong with me?

I just did something really stupid

But hell, what else is new?

I made a yummy chocolatey-coffee-y thing and then my father and I went out and got vanilla ice cream to go on top and.. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..

I should give you the recipe but I'm too lazy right now to go and get it, so you'll have to wait. I haven't posted to bakery since I joined, so maybe I'll put it there as well.

I got the presents wrapped. Steve is getting two books I bought last spring. They were meant to be birthday presents, but I over-shopped. One is Emily Dickinson and the other is a Japanese mystery from right after WW2. Plus the sketchbook and pens. I always go overboard with him, because Steve gives the best presents but is usually hard to shop for.

I hope everyone likes their presents. I hope.