Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Soooooo Slleeeeepppyyyy

6 more days of school. 6 more days of waking up at the fucking crack of dawn to drive out to BFE to learn logic... 6.more.days. *yawn*

I got about 1/3 of the baby's room finished, and of course today have decided that the way the furniture is arranged simply will.not.do. Aaron is going to love that. I did go out and buy the bedding stuff today and am so giddy to get it all put together it's ridiculous. I am such a hypocrite... I have no excuse. I can't explain it... I've hated pooh for as long as I can remember. And to be fair, I still hate the pooh in the red t-shirt... with a MOTHERFUCKING PASSION. But classic pooh... so sweet, so serene, so calming. I used to scoff at girls who said they wanted to do their baby's room in 'classic pooh' and think they were tasteless fools. I've joined the ranks. ;-) And I can't explain it.

In other news, Asa is an idiot. The cat possesses the knowledge (as do the other cats) of how to open the cupboards in the kitchen and bathrooms. He's gone a step further and figured out how to pull it open, keep it open and go inside. (Particularly under both bathroom sinks.) But the fucker then cannot figure out how to get back out. He pushes the door open and pokes his nose out and backs off. Over and over and over and over and over a fucking gain. The result is an annoying sound that sometimes goes on and on for hours until one of us figures out that he's stuck inside the cupboard and goes to rescue him. Aaron and I are not dim bulbs either; the reason we forget that he could possibly be trapped is because one of the cats' favorite past times is opening a cupboard, taking a peek, and letting it fall back shut. Making the same ANNOYING noise as when Asa is trapped in there. So we think they are being obnoxious, when really; if you get up to go investigate and open the cupboard door, you get a frantic cat that dashes out of the cupboard at lightning speed when the door is opened.

This happened at 4am. We are going to have to start child proofing before there is even a child to proof for.

No other real news to report; have begun taking my stuff home from work; had accumulated quite a lot of shit there over the past 5 years. Little things; but still, too many little things. Would rather get it home and put away in case I should have the baby early; and try to tell Aaron what to get for me... I'd be paranoid I left stuff behind.

Anyhoo, that's all for today; no pics because I'M LAZY.

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