1. Notification :: parental. AAGH! That’s me!
2. Cheat :: on. As in, I’m eternally grateful he forgave me for it.
3. Top Ten :: blech. Oh, wait, that’s Top 40.
4. Draft :: goddamned war. Hope the Colonel will be ok.
5. Unbelievable :: Ford Fairlane!
6. Cheap :: perfume. Hm, what the hell?
7. Spontaneous :: combustion. Damn. Wanted that to be sex. Wonder what that says about me…
8. Harass :: ment. Like, get the fuck out of my head bitch!
9. Lipstick :: fish scales. Ew.
10. Transpire :: Transporter. Great movie. No relation at all between the words, but there you go.

I have a new blog! Yay! I’ve been getting emails about these mutterings forever but…well, the other blog wasn’t really mine. I mean, it was, but not. If you see what I mean. Um…no, you don’t. It was a pre-made theme that I tried to play with and make it feel more like mine but in the end that never works for me. This one’s all mine, bugs and all. Therefore, this is my real blog. Get it?

My son’s “dresser” just fell on him. It’s actually more of a bookcase with doors sort of thing. They were cheap when we had no furniture, ok? Well, they’re worth what we paid for them. We’ve known forever that these things need replacing bad but, yeah, the money thing. So he’s got a bruise on his back because we’re fucking broke all the time even tho MrDanesi makes like $92k/year. Jesus fucking christ. Thank whoever that he didn’t get seriously hurt! Or worse, it didn’t fall on one of the kittehs. I don’t think I could handle losing another one.

I’m still torn up about losing little Spaz. She was so cute and sweet! Only 2.5 months old when…well, I’m not going into details. Learned my lesson about that one. It’s sad enough to know we lost her so young. I’m not sure if it’ll be better or worse when her sister goes to her new mommy later this month and won’t be around to remind me. They were the only two black and whites, the others (all boys, go figure) are all black with tiny white spots. Spaz looked just like her dad. Poor thing… I love this picture, tho it’s heartbreaking to realize her eyes were still blue in it.

On the upside – 5 kittehs go nom nom nom Had to bring the post back up a bit. I lurves my kittehs! It’s so damn cool to walk in the door and have a pile o’ fur laying there, just waiting to be petted and squeezed. Not that they seem to enjoy it as much as we do. Well, not always anyway. Too bad. I need my fur fix! Panda’s the best for this, he’s so laid back. Ok, he’s lazy. The others will only give affection if it’s time for affection. Typical cats

The only thing that compares to that pile o’ fur when you walk in is the pile o’ fur on the bed when you finally get to bed. Unless, of course, they’re in your spot. Kittehs have very sharp claws. I’m off to see how many are waiting for me