weapons of massdistraction

I have no shame. As soon as I got home from work I changed into pajamas. And then ate some leftover sweet and sour mock chicken, cold, right out of the to-go box, while sitting on the stepladder in my kitchen. The little man? He wanted cereal for dinner, instead of his Evergreen leftovers, and I said sure. It’s too damned hot and I’m feeling more than a little pitiful. But the commute home was especially brutal tonight. Traffic was hellacious due to construction, and then the gas light came on so I pulled off the freeway in search of a gas station, which only led to getting stuck in a different corridor of construction. And the whole way the little man was all pissy because I was listening to music other than his beloved Black Mission Goggles on repeat.

Bleah.

Maybe I’ll be less cranky if I sleep with my bedroom door closed tonight. The last two nights Olive has been insane. Sunday night she was yowling at 4am and sliding around on the rug and hardwood floors in my room. Last night, around 2am, I woke up because she was BITING MY ASS. Her favorite catnip-filled mouse toy was on top of me. I guess she missed.

Bonus: I came across an article in the New York Times about the infamous Renegade Craft Fair: “So while the sparrow and the owl — last year’s favored animal and the symbol of the fair — are out, the octopus, a burgeoning contender for creature of the moment, has been joined by other sea dwellers, like the squid.” I guess I was ahead of the curve on the cephalopod-love, but I don’t want it to get out of hand.
Plus: More things I like but don’t need, little monsters from Treasures from the Cabinet of Curiosities.
And: How did I miss sauntering day? I don’t think I sauntered at all that day. I did walk an awful lot the next day, but that was on my son’s field trip and it was really more like a forced march.