All Things Woompty

Nighttime is the right time...for spewage

I keep trying to think of something interesting or witty or mildly amusing to write about and all I can come up with is our new Litter Locker. Yeah, that was a big event around here, the purchase of the Litter Locker. Because have I mentioned that I have yet to get Riley fixed? And that while his lack of a full set of balls has stunted his growth and made him an incurable mama's boy as well as keeping him from starting that nasty habit of spraying, the one ball he does have makes his pee stink to high heaven. And he's dumb, so sometimes he forgets to cover it up completely, which is what led me to throw out the $90 auto-clean litter box because it was all open to everything and God, the stink! Anyway, I bought a new litterbox and then decided to bring home the Litter Locker. It's like a Diaper Genie for cats. Toss the litter in, turn the handle a time or two, and voila! No more stinky litter sitting and festering in the trash can, wrapped in a hastily tied plastic grocery bag.

In other news, I went and bought a tote bag today. Nothing too remarkable about that, except for the reason why I bought a tote bag.

I bought a tote bag so that I can always haul around the bridal porn and wedding planner that have become the central part of my organizational world. *sigh* I've become one of THOSE WOMEN.

Mea culpa, my bitches. The wedding has eaten my brain and there is nothing I or anyone else can do to prevent acts of craziness like buying tote bag purses so as to always have the wisdom of Martha Stewart at my finger tips when wondering what kind of placecards will work for outdoor weddings at locations that are often quite breezy. Because say what you will about Martha, she has some fabulous tricks up her sleeve when it comes to making crafty yet arty favors for the wedding of ones dreams.

Left turn, left turn!

We're going to Comic-Con this weekend, with one of Kev's friends and her boyfriend. Good times, good times. Where else can a lover of people watching like me see thousands of people of varying degrees of geekitude all gathered in one spot? I'm hoping to pick up another piece or two of art....the Tori Amos print and signed Brian Froud pictures in our living room all came from Comic-Con.

Plus I might get to see Ping, who I haven't seen in literally years.

Oh, and with my luck, we will also run into T. Yeaaaaaah, okay. There you go.

Next subject. Scandalous Uncle got married last weekend, and all reports are that A) it was a total redneck wedding and B) the Scandalous New Wife is rude and mean and the family Does Not Approve. As my mother and I discussed today, our family has never been rich, but they have always had manners and there has always been A Way Things Are Done, and Scandalous New Wife seems to have made Scandalous Uncle forget that fact. Mom also mentioned that she thinks that Scandalous Uncle is now suffering from Riley-itis, except missing BOTH balls since he is letting New Wife get away with saying some truly horrible things. Scandalous New Wife is literally the only person on my entire guest list that I hope against hope decides NOT to come to the wedding. Meh.

In closing, I would like to apologize to the person who dropped by here in search of Carissa's big boobies. Carissa's boobies are nowhere on this site, nor are anyone else's. Scoot along, you dirty old perv.

posted by Melinda @ 9:01 PM