Caterwauling

You may remember the infant Chloe, who was born on St. Paddy’s Day this year, who graced these pages with her adorable mug.

Now, meet another Chloe — a four-week-old, one-pound kitty who charmed her way into my heart this past Sunday. She was abandoned by her mommy because she was a tiny little thing, and she will probably go blind soon in her left eye (notice the pupil dilation), but god damn, she’s amazingly friendly and playful. And she comes when you call her, unlike my own furry daughter.

Oh, yeah, try to stop me from adopting this critter. … 😉

Just got a call from Shan from Hawaii — she’s officially an honest woman! 🙂 She and John got married at 5:15 p.m. (Hawaii time) last night. Everything came together, from the minister to the flowers to the wedding cake to all the other details that refused to be lassoed until the last possible minute. w00t!

I was chatting in line with a girl at Wally’s last night. She was seven months’ pregnant and looking rather uncomfortable. I let her go in front of me in line, and she was grateful. She said she’s supposed to be on bedrest. I kind of laughed and told her about Shan who, at seven months’ pregnant, was partying in Hawaii. The girl was shocked and said she was surprised her doctor would go for it. I said it’s more like her doctor had no choice — Shan was going, hell or high water, because she deserves this vacation.

She’s so bummed that I’m not there in Hawaii with her, but I’m glad I have never experienced a tropical paradise — it would make coming back to the Veggie Patch suck that much more badly, as far as I’m concerned. But she’s convinced that I need to see paradise — and that she needs to return to paradise — in a hell of a hurry. Something tells me that we will be packing my boxes and discussing the business ideas that will skyrocket us to happiness. In fact, I’m sure of it. But that’s my first step toward paradise — of setting up a little office area in my new place and thus having no more excuses, once I’ve completely moved.

As far as Hawaii, I may never get there. But I have my own dream destinations, and believe me, I will find my way to at least one of them before I die. The road leading away from the Veggie Patch will be the most crucial step in the adventure, and after I start that journey up and away, well, the sky’s the only limit I can forsee. 🙂

I found out that my new Liz Phair CD is edited. Yes, EDITED. Goddamn Wal-Mart and their fucking family values — they don’t sell anything with offensive material (books, CDs, whatever). Fuckin’ A. The only thing foul in Wally’s would be the customers. Christ! I might return the CD and go buy it at Tower instead — I already paid $15 at this supposed shitty lil discount store, and I didn’t get what I wanted. Bastards!

UPDATE

I bought it from my Amazon wish list. AND I bought “Birds of Pray” by Live. AND I bought three books that I’ve been wanting. So there, Wal-Mart! Eat me, you rifle-toting, bible-hugging cult of fish eggs. May you rot with Martha Stewart. 🙂 Now excuse me, I’m going to go listen to Liz Phair’s “WhiteChocolateSpaceEgg” and crank up the volume on my favorite song of hers, “Polyester Bride.”