Caterwauling

Spent the last two hours preparing and stuffing mushrooms for tomorrow’s pot-less lunch at work. I usually use tiny mushrooms so that everyone can get one, but fuck it. I used three dozen regular ones, and that was enough for me.

Now to just remember to bake them before I leave tomorrow. That means actually getting up early enough to let the fuckers cook. 🙂

The little cat is now answering to Short Bus and to Katie. I loved the name Chloe at one point, but now I just want to call the little terror by a name that’s all her own. Something tells me that Short Bus will win out. 🙂

Maddie still hates her, but she’s warming up to me again, although she does hiss at me from time to time to show her disgust. This is a cat who lets small children pull her tail and ride her around the living room, so it’s weird for her to be so damn angry all the time. But Maddie’s still my favorite child, and I hope she knows that. Short Bus doesn’t seem to care, as long as I keep the food coming. 😉

I’ve been eating so terribly in my poverty. I had crackers with cream cheese and green pepper jelly for dinner tonight. Both cats were trying to have some, but I didn’t want them shitting green peppers all night. I swear, I just changed their litter last night, and already there are 10 pounds of cat shit as well as about five pounds of litter sprayed all over their area. I even bought a rug to put their boxes on, and the rug is covered in crystals. I cannot win with these two, and I don’t even know why I keep trying.

Damn, I’m tired. Off to bed with the trusty Pocket Rocket at my side. …

1. I am so horny, I cannot stand myself.

2. There are three things I really want to blog about, but shouldn’t. So I won’t. 😉 Damn it.

3. I’m hungry. But that can easily be eradicated by satiating the need in No. 1.

4. Busted a tooth and a filling this weekend, so am mildly annoyed by that, but even more so because I owe my dentist $1,200 and can’t go back unless I hit the lottery.

5. My comment box has evaporated until after Sept. 8. YACCS officially yakked to death last week, apparently. E-mail comments if you’re so inclined — I’m feelin’ lonely with no feedback! *sniff*

During last night’s drunk-fest, I recalled telling the boys about a steamy dream I had the other night.

I’ll spare the details, but I essentially raped some hot guy. (Of course, as we’ve said for years, you just can’t rape the willing. hee hee) And THEN, I somehow pulled someone else into the mixture, and it was a big ole threesome!

I awoke panting and fumbling for the Pocket Rocket. My dreams can be fucking amazing sometimes! 🙂

Somebody had a few too many martinis at Topaz last night. And that same somebody was awakened at 4 a.m. by a spunky little black cat who saw fit to dig her claws into her Mommy’s temples. And when I fell back asleep, I was awakened again by that same little terror, who decided to cough and sneeze directly in my face.

Our organization’s president called a meeting with me first thing this morning. I swear — he always gets me on the uber-hungover, no-makeup days.

Must shop for corporate potluck luncheon tomorrow. I swear, I’d sooner have another furlough day than a potluck lunch. But I have to reason that, if the worst thing about my job is having to deal with other peoples’ cooking and their bad table manners, then I should be a happy girl. 🙂

*off to find recipe for Shit Souffle*