It's time

I'm sick of being irritated, exhausted, and unhappy. Here are five things I'm happy about RIGHT NOW:

1) Orbit sugarfree gum in BubbleMint flavor,
2) This new bra makes my boobs look really nice,
3) Clip-on earrings,
4) Finally figuring out how to change the settings on my car stereo so I can see the time when the sound is off,
aaaaaand...
5) Less than six hours to go in my workday.

Heh

Grady is a joy and a little turd all at the same time.

When he's excited and being a little whore, he meows and meows and rubs and rubs... and if he gets on your lap and you ain't petting him: *CHOMP*

mm.. yeah. We're working on changing that behavior. He's getting better. Now he only does it when he's really excited.

At random times, if you're sitting up and holding him, he will decide to sit on your shoulders. I could do without the turning around four times and the arsehole brushing up against the back of my head, but otherwise this is pretty harmless. Strange, but harmless.

And last but not least: He has made the Littermaid box completely useless. Perhaps it's because Garret doesn't want to deal with it more than once every week or so. Perhaps it's because Grady is a "flinger" and manages to break up the clumps before the rake can get to them. Perhaps it's another thing, we may never know. What we do know is that he's unplugged it at least once, clogged up the rake and mechanism twice, and has managed to fling litter out of the bathroom despite a tent, two litter-catching mats, and a space far from the door.

We've had him for two whole months.