Now it's just getting ridiculous
It seems that when my mother found herself downtown again on Saturday, she couldn't resist going back to the Fluevog store. And on this excursion, she bought herself a style that I *already* own--in fact, the ones I posted about having an extra pair of last week. (However, she wears a different size than I do, so I couldn't have sold them to her. I'm still looking to sell the extra pair, if anybody's interested. Size 8.)
I think the last time she and I owned pieces of clothing in the same style, I was 20 years old. And that was a long time ago.
She also called me on Friday to rant at me tell me about the fact that after she's done a huge amount of research (which I'd been helping with) on interesting local restaurants with Italian cuisine, my grandparents have decided to have my grandfather's 90th birthday catered...by the Macaroni Grill.
All of this is making morthael roll his eyes and say, "I have NO IDEA where you get it from."
And while this is all kind of absurd, it has also served to lighten a mood that was rather dark this morning. Apparently Nancy Pelosi wears swastikas on the sleeves of her jackets, at least according to some charming fellow who lives down in Vancouver, WA. I have been fomenting some exceedingly unkind thoughts about many of my fellow citizens today.
On a slightly different note, while watching the cats tussle as I had my breakfast this morning, I had a sudden revelation about the balance of feline power in our household.
More often than not, Kaga is the one who starts the fights. (Not always--I have definitely seen Squish instigate--but probably about 3/4 of the time, it's Kaga.)
But Squish is *always* the one who finishes the fights.
I think the last time she and I owned pieces of clothing in the same style, I was 20 years old. And that was a long time ago.
She also called me on Friday to rant at me tell me about the fact that after she's done a huge amount of research (which I'd been helping with) on interesting local restaurants with Italian cuisine, my grandparents have decided to have my grandfather's 90th birthday catered...by the Macaroni Grill.
All of this is making morthael roll his eyes and say, "I have NO IDEA where you get it from."
And while this is all kind of absurd, it has also served to lighten a mood that was rather dark this morning. Apparently Nancy Pelosi wears swastikas on the sleeves of her jackets, at least according to some charming fellow who lives down in Vancouver, WA. I have been fomenting some exceedingly unkind thoughts about many of my fellow citizens today.
On a slightly different note, while watching the cats tussle as I had my breakfast this morning, I had a sudden revelation about the balance of feline power in our household.
More often than not, Kaga is the one who starts the fights. (Not always--I have definitely seen Squish instigate--but probably about 3/4 of the time, it's Kaga.)
But Squish is *always* the one who finishes the fights.