Just a Monday

I have school this weekend so that means I have schoolwork to do every day because I *will* procrastinate.

Since I was researching much of the morning, Goo complained that she wasn't getting enough attention and didn't have anyone to play with. She doesn't care about my anecdotes from my childhood that involve me playing imaginary games for endless hours because my mom wasn't the kind that played with kids. She's just like--too bad for you, but we're talking about me here. Anyway, Goo's been wanting me to give her a massage with the Lush massage bar so I decided that would be a good break from research. I gave her a massage, then Bella, then they had to give me a massage, then they remembered the sparkle massage bar and had to rub that all over themselves. By the time we were done, they both looked rather moist and were covered in iridescent sparkles, plus their hair looked kinda greasy.

Now it was time to run some errands, so we all got dressed. First, Ysa came out with two different shoes, but usually that's no problem; however, this time she had one of Goo's on, and well, it was just too big. When we were finally ready to go, my Bella Luna had on green froggy rain boots--to match her aqua shirt, no doubt-- (no, it wasn't raining when we left), and Goo had on pink kitty cat rain boots and a yellow and red lady bug raincoat. With the sparkles and moist look, it was quite an ensemble.

In the car, Bella was asking a series of questions based on whether I was going to crash the car into various objects: old ladies, trees, gas stations, myself; also whether my legs were going to come off in the crash, or perhaps would I break my neck? She already worries me a little since she will get out the plastic tweezers from her doctor kit and say, "I nip you, then you cry, okay?" She also has asked me to make the outside cat, Matt Damon, cry, and when I ask her why she says, "Because I like him to cry." My only comfort is that she doesn't do anything to the cat to make him cry when I refuse. Who wants to see Matt Damon cry? Not me.

At the pet store where we went to buy light cat food for our increasingly obese cat herd, they campaigned for every pet there. They wanted ferrets, birds, bunnies, hamsters, gerbils, hermit crabs, fish, crayfish, and even the live crickets people feed to other pets. I let them pet two of the ferrets, of which I am quite partial. They stink, but are so slinky and adorable. The first one we held was sound asleep and flopped around like it was dead but then woke up abruptly. The girls loved it. It sniffed at them and tickled their ears and climbed around. I briefly thought of Steven's facial expression if he came home from work and found that I had spent $150 of our meager funds for yet another pet; one not litter trained; one that steals and stashes and chews; one more nocturnal than our cats. The words "many nights spent in a bar," and "divorce court," crossed my mind.

We didn't buy the ferret, despite Bella's assertion that it wanted to go home with us.