It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

My cat just had poo stuck to her bum. This is not the first time this has happened to her, because she is one classy lady. But apparently to fix it this time, she felt she needed to DRAG ASS ALL OVER MY CARPET!

Ariadne, I love your squishable face and your adorable everything, but DO NOT DRAG YOUR ASS ON MY CARPET! I just scrubbed an epic, wonky poo trail six feet long, AFTER removing the offending poonugget from her fur while she gave me an evil glare for interfering with her bathing process. Yeah, sorry I didn't want you ingesting it in order to get it off yourself.

It's been a hell of a day. So now instead of calling her 'kitten' or 'chicken' (she hardly ever gets called Ariadne) I am going to call her Skidmark.

She earned it.

...my goodness this entry is disgusting. The joys of pet ownership. It's a glamorous thing, you guys.

I'll post about placement later. Too tired for life and I feel beyond ill.

Today continued to be an interesting day. Helena, Montana is different from where I grew up in Kalispell. It's windy here all the TIME and this morning my step-father said it was supposed to be really hot and really windy. For some reason, the Montana Forest Service still thought it would be a good idea to light a controlled burn and SURPRISE, SURPRISE it got out of hand. Way to go, forest service. You can see the flames from here.

The wind whipped up and I wanted to take photos.

( Said Photos )

SO, on to dinner conversation in Montana. My parents have horses (they did not name that one Chocolate, a little girl did) and they were discussing what Larry will be able to do once he retires.

Larry: I might teach Chocolate to pull a sleigh this winter.
Mom: Why?
Larry: Put little bells on.
Mom: Where?!
Larry: Oh, on the roads and stuff.
Mom: ....okay
Larry: Jingle bells jingle bells.
Mom: ...*changing subject* I'm wondering what colour that barn is going to be.
Larry: Red. It's not a cow barn.
Mom: How can you tell?
Larry: Cow barns are cheap and lower and that one is nice and tall. That's a horse barn. For horses.
Mom: Well there are cows there now. Lara, over there where that outhouse is? That's where the cows play.
Me: ....just...wow.

Larry: Who was that guy. You know. The piano player?
Mom: ...I have no idea.
Larry: You know *mimes playing piano*
Mom: I know what a piano is!

And then they dissolved into giggles. My parents are ridiculous and I love them very much. Beats listening to racist diatribes over dinner. By a million and a half miles.

WOW. Just wow. WOW wow wow. Fundies creep me oouttttttt!

Kirk Cameron, I dislike you greatly. And I used to love you on Growing Pains. Screw you for going loop-de-loop. This video looks like a hoax. Unfortunately it is not. My brother suggests that if you ARE on a campus where this little book giveaway happens, take the books, rip out the first fifty pages and redistribute. That way you're simply passing along literature and not a fundie diatribe.

PS regardless of Darwin's attitude towards women, people of other races, or a Nazi leader who lived AFTER HIS DEATH, that does not mean his theory of natural selection is not scientifically sound. THAT MAKES NO SENSE. That's like saying you don't like food because oxygen is pretty. THEY ARE IN NO WAY CONNECTED!