I feel like such a bad cat mom right now. Poor Molly.
We were playing fishing pole and she was getting some good jumps in. Well, I wasn't paying attention to the surroundings as much as I probably should have. I mean, I make sure not to make her do big jumps near sharp corners and things like that, but I didn't even think about the water dish.
Poor kitty jumped up in the air and landed with her back foot in the water bowl. She freaked out (a cat getting wet and freaking out? unheard of!) and splashed water all over the wall and knocked the bowl over. I cleaned it up and made sure to soak up any water that got on the carpet. I just feel so bad. Especially since I had to supress a laugh - which I'm sure she caught and now she's all embarrassed.
She's sulking in the bathroom and is treating herself to a cat bath. Her little toes are so cute when splayed out. ;)
I mean that in the less extreme version of it. IE not sexually. She totally ignores me all day, until Yam comes and sits in my lap and then Molly suddenly wants to come sit by me. What a weirdo.
Anyway.
Yesterday was nice. Kim and I went to GFSS over at Jen and Erika's house last night. They were both very gracious hosts and saved me from palmetto bugs (my heroes!). I was talking to Kim about it later on, and came to the conclusion that palmetto bugs are more common in older houses. Because it sure as hell isn't because the houses are dirty - at least not with Jen's. The first time, I was in the kitchen to get some water and saw one of those nasty fuckers on the stove, so I yelped "Oh Jesus Christ!" and went running down the hall. Jen went in to rescue me and stood in the kitchen with me while I got my water. Then, later on, we were all sitting on the floor and Erika goes "Ok, don't move." and started coming towards me and Kareema. Naturally both of us did not listen to Erika and bolted. Erika was all calm and picked up the shoe it was in and put it outside. I don't know how they're both so calm about them - those things scare the shit out of me. Like the statues/ventriliquist dummies thing - those freak me out, but not like cockroaches/palmetto bugs. Maybe because they're inanimate? That's gotta be it.
After GFSS and learning some new crafty goodness, Kim and I came back home and were both pretty pooped. I layed down and watched Garden State because I hadn't seen that in a while. I really love the soundtrack to that movie. And it's got some really good quotes. It always makes me think of Crystal. I love this song, and it just seems so fitting lately, so I thought I'd post this. I don't think this is the actual video, but the one I saw that was to Garden State gave way too much away, so I didn't want to post that in case anyone hadn't seen it before.
Anyway, I guess that's pretty much it. Happy Friday peeps. I need to get working on my collage (assuming the latest layer of glue is dry).
So, I thought my "I hate Verizon" saga was done. But not so! Oh, it's the company that keeps on being a pain in my ass. So, as you might recall from previous blogs, Verizon told me a bunch of lies after blaming their phone service not working on a user error. Long story short, they told me the problem was being worked on, but when I went to check the status online, it noted that a repair report had never been filed. So, I was pissed and sent a bunch of emails requesting confirmation of the cancellation of my service (which I still have saved in my email). They never confirmed the cancellation, but whatever. I requested it probably 5 times in about as many minutes.
So, I figure it's all done and whatever.
Not so. I got a bill for $103.92 for a phone line that's never been used. So currently, I am on hold after bitching one dude out (sorry Gabriel, I know it wasn't your fault, but I'm pissed) waiting to get in touch with the cancellation department to bitch out yet another person. I am NOT paying this fucking bill. Ever. Verizon can lick my ass. I've been on hold for approximately 11 minutes. They will be fucking sorry when I finally get through to someone.
(cross posted on myspace just to make sure their awful service get heard about from anyone possible.)
