Jesus shaves
If anyone could read my thoughts this early in the morning they might think english is my second language, my first language being advanced grunting and nodding.
I am up at this time alot now, as I have to bring my girlfriend to work at 6 am on weekdays.
I should be cleaning my room right now, as there are people coming to fix my bed this morning. It's not that a bed is such a complexity to me that I have to call some professional technicians in to assess the situation. It's that since I bought the acursed thing in June, the frame has broken about 10 times. The mattress is about twice the depth of a normal one and its pretty high off the ground so you'll just be laying there and suddenly the frame gives and I often wonder if I'm going to end up in the living room blocking Josh from watching tv.
I think the bed was jinxed from the beginning. The first day I had it, before I even slept on it once, one of my cats peed right in the middle of it. It went right through the feather comforter, the sheets, and the feather mattress pad to the actual mattress. Its not the my cats just pee everywhere all the time, I think it was a statement about their displeasure towards the concurrent arrival of my dog, Lucy.
Lucy and my mom stayed with me for most of the summer, and after they left (I spent two weeks recovering my sanity) I took in a new kitten who then peed on my bed the first day I had her. She is quite without manners this one, I think it's appropriate to wait at least two weeks to pee on someone's bed.
So I threw out the comforter and bought a new one, which she promptly peed on also.
I don't know, maybe cats don't like geese.
Gatito is what we've been calling the new kitten, though it's gender imperfect and supposed to be only a temporary name it's probably going to stick. She has 28 toes, which makes her look like she has hands. She meows constantly and sticks her paw on your mouth while trying to eat your food. Like I said, she is very ill-mannered and pushy, which causes my girlfriend to intermittently yell "cayete la boca Gatito!" in the middle of the night.
She tells me to shut up too sometimes, which I like. She's from Chile, so whenever she has something really urgent to say, it usually comes out in spanish.
I've had to brush up on my spanish, though its still mostly limited to isolated phrases such as "El gato vomito en su petate!", which is "The cat vomited on your backpack!"
I don't know how useful that will be should I ever travel to Chile, unless maybe I bring Arlequino with me and set him strategically near people's bags and wait.
I am up at this time alot now, as I have to bring my girlfriend to work at 6 am on weekdays.
I should be cleaning my room right now, as there are people coming to fix my bed this morning. It's not that a bed is such a complexity to me that I have to call some professional technicians in to assess the situation. It's that since I bought the acursed thing in June, the frame has broken about 10 times. The mattress is about twice the depth of a normal one and its pretty high off the ground so you'll just be laying there and suddenly the frame gives and I often wonder if I'm going to end up in the living room blocking Josh from watching tv.
I think the bed was jinxed from the beginning. The first day I had it, before I even slept on it once, one of my cats peed right in the middle of it. It went right through the feather comforter, the sheets, and the feather mattress pad to the actual mattress. Its not the my cats just pee everywhere all the time, I think it was a statement about their displeasure towards the concurrent arrival of my dog, Lucy.
Lucy and my mom stayed with me for most of the summer, and after they left (I spent two weeks recovering my sanity) I took in a new kitten who then peed on my bed the first day I had her. She is quite without manners this one, I think it's appropriate to wait at least two weeks to pee on someone's bed.
So I threw out the comforter and bought a new one, which she promptly peed on also.
I don't know, maybe cats don't like geese.
Gatito is what we've been calling the new kitten, though it's gender imperfect and supposed to be only a temporary name it's probably going to stick. She has 28 toes, which makes her look like she has hands. She meows constantly and sticks her paw on your mouth while trying to eat your food. Like I said, she is very ill-mannered and pushy, which causes my girlfriend to intermittently yell "cayete la boca Gatito!" in the middle of the night.
She tells me to shut up too sometimes, which I like. She's from Chile, so whenever she has something really urgent to say, it usually comes out in spanish.
I've had to brush up on my spanish, though its still mostly limited to isolated phrases such as "El gato vomito en su petate!", which is "The cat vomited on your backpack!"
I don't know how useful that will be should I ever travel to Chile, unless maybe I bring Arlequino with me and set him strategically near people's bags and wait.