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Sep. 25th, 2015 07:41 amWelp. That was apparently the Goldilocks bag of sports bras. The first one the cup size was too small! (Which I should have expected fucking Champion) The second one the band size was too small! The third one everything was just right! To the point where I probably would have been comfortable just hanging out in it the rest of the night. I even did some slight capoeira with inversions and everything to make sure nothing would go jiggle. And nothing did go jiggle, and nothing chafed, and it was fine. I might actually call tomorrow, their customer service line, and see if I can figure out which bra is non-returnable if one or some of them are, so I can properly swap things out. ETA: None of them were, and Communism that thing on my order history about Final Sale was just a red herring.
Much to my deep displeasure I managed to sleep in an hour past when I had my alarm set, okay, forty five minutes. And still be sleepy when I woke up. So I guess my days of not being able to sleep are over! Now it's just my days of not being able to wake up. That's okay, I have the ferals to help with that. Nothing near as bad as last time.
No, this time it's just the fact that, okay, this morning it was drenched all over, and I had Barton, Little Bit, and Cassius in for breakfast. Turns out Cassius was so glad to see food and the human who makes little blanket shelters that not only did he rub up against me, he tried to come in the fucking house while all the Home Guard were still running around. I can only imagine the shrieking, fighting, and peeing everywhere that would have ensued. Fortunately a "Cassius! No!" got him back out again to the front stoop, and not so far out that he ran into the rain, poor thing, he was already pretty wet and bedraggled. Go under the house stupid Cassius! There's not one but two access ports!
... telling this to the boyfriend resulted in a hilarious story about how Barton scared the crap out of him. See, how it is is we have our house, and on the north side we have what I think used to be a root cellar attached, that's now our utility room with a door to the house, an access kitty door (I shit you not, it's a vent with a cat flap on it) on the side of the main house where the crawlspace is, and a doorway (it used to have a door really badly hung on it, we took that off) to the garage, so it's all roughly one building but only the main house has the heating and, you know, is lived in. So the boy's in the utility room and he hears a scratching coming from the garage. And he figures it's another raccoon, because the raccoons also use the garage/utility to stay warm and dry, so he goes to chase it out and this black streak FLIES past him. And Barton stops right at the foot of the stairs down to the utility room and "if he coulda grinned at me he would have, the little shit." Reader, I died laughing.
At this rate we might just turn both my sewing room and the guest room into cat hotels for the winter. Depending on how bad the winter is, I guess, and who can be persuaded into the garage for shelter and warmth. Definitely going to have to make cat nests.
... and then the boy looked out one of our windows and saw that there was a Little Bit on the shed. Not in the shed, which you can sometimes see in the gap between the roof and the trellis wall, on the shed. So today's just kind of been a cat-filled day, and it's not even 9 am yet. I don't know what to tell you guys. I'm going to stop it here before some other cat does something wacky.
ETA: Little Bit did, in fact, come down from the garage roof. Yes, instead of getting her down the boy chased her onto the garage roof, which is higher, probably 12 ft off the ground. I have no idea how she got down, I rattled the food dish and went to check on the front stoop cat content 20 minutes later and there she was, meatloaf'd on the mat. So, yeah. It's been a fun, cat-filled morning.
Much to my deep displeasure I managed to sleep in an hour past when I had my alarm set, okay, forty five minutes. And still be sleepy when I woke up. So I guess my days of not being able to sleep are over! Now it's just my days of not being able to wake up. That's okay, I have the ferals to help with that. Nothing near as bad as last time.
No, this time it's just the fact that, okay, this morning it was drenched all over, and I had Barton, Little Bit, and Cassius in for breakfast. Turns out Cassius was so glad to see food and the human who makes little blanket shelters that not only did he rub up against me, he tried to come in the fucking house while all the Home Guard were still running around. I can only imagine the shrieking, fighting, and peeing everywhere that would have ensued. Fortunately a "Cassius! No!" got him back out again to the front stoop, and not so far out that he ran into the rain, poor thing, he was already pretty wet and bedraggled. Go under the house stupid Cassius! There's not one but two access ports!
... telling this to the boyfriend resulted in a hilarious story about how Barton scared the crap out of him. See, how it is is we have our house, and on the north side we have what I think used to be a root cellar attached, that's now our utility room with a door to the house, an access kitty door (I shit you not, it's a vent with a cat flap on it) on the side of the main house where the crawlspace is, and a doorway (it used to have a door really badly hung on it, we took that off) to the garage, so it's all roughly one building but only the main house has the heating and, you know, is lived in. So the boy's in the utility room and he hears a scratching coming from the garage. And he figures it's another raccoon, because the raccoons also use the garage/utility to stay warm and dry, so he goes to chase it out and this black streak FLIES past him. And Barton stops right at the foot of the stairs down to the utility room and "if he coulda grinned at me he would have, the little shit." Reader, I died laughing.
At this rate we might just turn both my sewing room and the guest room into cat hotels for the winter. Depending on how bad the winter is, I guess, and who can be persuaded into the garage for shelter and warmth. Definitely going to have to make cat nests.
... and then the boy looked out one of our windows and saw that there was a Little Bit on the shed. Not in the shed, which you can sometimes see in the gap between the roof and the trellis wall, on the shed. So today's just kind of been a cat-filled day, and it's not even 9 am yet. I don't know what to tell you guys. I'm going to stop it here before some other cat does something wacky.
ETA: Little Bit did, in fact, come down from the garage roof. Yes, instead of getting her down the boy chased her onto the garage roof, which is higher, probably 12 ft off the ground. I have no idea how she got down, I rattled the food dish and went to check on the front stoop cat content 20 minutes later and there she was, meatloaf'd on the mat. So, yeah. It's been a fun, cat-filled morning.