The cats (well, Jack at least) can now jump onto the kitchen counter, the one area of the apartment that had thus far been safe from their destructive reach. At first, he pulled out drawers to make a little ladder. I taped them shut. He got up there anyway. I’m a problem solver, so naturally I’m thinking of tiling the counter with broken glass.
The fair isn’t nearly as much fun when you go alone. Just an observation. Project 365
It’s Labor Day, which means every channel is running a marathon of some sort. I have been rendered immobile thanks to DesignStar and ANTM, which have so far timed their commercial breaks well enough that I haven’t had to stray to a third channel (except for a few times when I flipped over to see Mike Rowe doing his dirty thang on the Discovery Channel). It’s 4 p.m. I need to bathe. And perhaps get…
[for Sunday, Sept. 2] Ashley, JD, Courtney and I braved the crowd (seriously, they were down to just Bluff tickets by the time we got there, so we had to get some scalped seats) for the penultimate Redbirds game of the season. The game itself was, as most baseball games go, fairly uneventful, but fun (we lost to Nashville 5-4, I think). But the real treat was the fireworks show afterward. Man, I love me…
[for Saturday, Sept. 1] Coxynoodlenose (okay, where did that nickname come from?) came back to the ‘Boro for some face time over the weekend. We whooped it up at the Campus Pub, which is a seedy little joint on Greenland that offers dollar beers and a foosball table lit by a billiard lamp shaped like a NASCAR car. I don’t remember too much, except for being my usual obnoxious drunk self, and finding someone’s phone…
To anyone who may have been within earshot of me last night, I apologize for the monumentally idiotic things I said, a few of which have come back to me throughout the day. This is why vodka is not a part of my daily routine.
I stepped outside today and was hit with a lack of heat. If that’s possible. This month — the hottest on record for Memphis* — has just been day after day of punishing heat. I’ve avoided going outside except to walk to and from my car and to and from various doors. The humidity has been like a warm, wet washcloth atop my lungs. The sun has been white-hot, baking every surface it touches. And…
[for Wednesday, Aug. 29] Sunday was not only my brother’s birthday, but it was also the first of the upcoming Sunday family dinners my mom, aunt, and grandmother have decided to resurrect. When I was a kid, we used to go to Granny’s on Sundays to eat dinner with the family. The tradition probably got neglected around the time that my great-grandfather and grandfather got so sick and were in and out of the hospital.…
Just got a card taped to the door, thanking me for helping out with the cable bill, but asking me to do something about the ridiculous noises the cats make at night. I knew this was coming. How shitty does it make me feel that apparently the woman living downstairs is pregnant and on doctor’s orders to get lots of sleep? Yeah, pretty shitty. So, how do you keep kittens from playing? I guess I…
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