Cats

For anyone following my blog I need to clear up a very serious assumption about me.

Although my blog looks and maybe smells (eww, that's disgusting) of kitty cat love, I must be very clear in telling you that I hate cats. And by "hate", I mean HATE and have fear of.

Some people don't like cats because of allergies. I consider my hatred of cats to be an emotional allergy. I have an emotional allergy to fish, but I'd rather eat a fish than pick up a cat without wearing body armor.

I've never met a cat that I liked.

A little kitten in a picture is adorable (see, I'm not heartless) and I don't support cat abuse, but a live cat within 5ft of me or dwelling in the same house as me is cause for nightmares.

That being said, I love the word "meow". It's fun to say, fun to write, and fun to get engraved on apple products...and thanks to Novio for the new Shuffle.

MEOW

Root Canal

Has your jaw ever hurt so badly that you had to put your head on your desk while you contemplated calling the dentist and convinced yourself that you were in need of a root canal?

That's what happened to me. And then I took off my stupid headband and was fine about 3 seconds later.

Sheesh.

Bears

I have been learning a lot about bears:
1. Black bears have pointy ears.
2. Grizzly bears have rounded ears.
3. Polar bears hunt humans.

Given my current location I have I decided that:
1. I'd rather be face to face with a grizzly bear rather than a fugitive and his fiance/cousin.
2. I'd rather be face to face with a fugitive and his fiance/cousin than a polar bear.

And now it's time to get back to life on the ranch/forest/Canadian border.

Also,

for any of you ten people out there who read my blog, I have a nice husband and he wants you all to know that. And for the record, I want you to know that too.


Example #1 He always does the laundry
Example#2 He is going to climb 600 stairs with me tonight
Example #3 He makes brownies whenever I want
Example #4 He always lets me drive
Example #5 He puts lotion on his elbows because I ask him to

Dear Lenessa,

Where are you? One of the ways that I stalk you is by reading your blog. And you haven't posted in ages. Either post or let's make a date. Or both.

Meow.

PS- Mr. Frisby this for you.