Sseji's Fault

So this whole thing is Sseji's fault. I used to keep a blog. It was several years ago, and I detailed all sorts of adventures. I regaled my fans with tales of turtle terror, mistaken identity, lost hijinks and other explorations generally worthy of being explained sampled by a soap opera. Somewhere, within the bowels of the internet, this blog is still in existence. Don't ask me where.

Anyway, Sseji started her blog, and I have to admit I'm jealous. She has pictures, and pretty things. So I thought to myself, Self, you could do that again. So here we go. I think I'm just going to start in the middle and work my way out. That seems to be the best possible option.

The Boy and I have a new kitten. His name is Dante, after either Clerks or the Divine Comedy, take your pick. I was lobbying for Louis, to go along with the other Jazz Cats, Ella and Billie, but I was overruled. Anyway, Dante is black, with a tiny white fu man chu, (sorry, spelling of men's facial hair specialties isn't mine), and tiny tufts of white sticking out of his ears. His current favorite occupations are pouncing, snuggling, harassing the Jazz Cats, and eating, not necessarily in that order.

In other news, I have to go to a baby shower this weekend. Of all the little parties that a female is required to go to, ie tupperware parties, dinner parties, wedding showers, etc, I hate baby showers the most. I even like the person who's shower I'm going to, but the idea of sitting in a crowded, invariably hot, room playing games that went out of fashion in the 40s and talking about vagina's with your relatives is not my idea of a grand time. Add in to this the idea that you're supposed to dress nicely, eat bad cake from a paper plate that's bound to, if you're a klutz like me, fall, break, tear, what have you and spill all over your nice dress that has to be dry cleaned, plus buy a present? You've got to be kidding me. Like I said, least favorite thing.

Cheers!