mcoletti brought it up, but I had been meaning to post some of the ridiculous names I call my cat when giving him little speeches about his cat activities. Here they are:
Poopsicle (Or "my little orange poopsicle")
Mr. Fancypants (usually followed by "whose pants are le fance")
Yes, I know this means I am heading down the road to being a crazy cat lady. But come on, what do you guys call your cats? (Other than their names, I mean...)
Last night I called out of work partly because I felt really stressed, and partly because I was essentially terrified to get in the car. I feel bad about this, and I know it can't continue forever. But for now, since the weather is still bad and I can't face my fears on a clean, dry road, Jack is being so sweet as to take me to the metro tonight. I will take a cab home in the morning. I will put off "facing" my fears. Of course, not having gone in last night means that I missed whatever plans were made for the dinner that the mids manager was setting up. I don't hate those guys, in fact I am sure some of them are completely likeable, but currently I do not feel like I would enjoy a "social" obligation involving purely coworkers. I barely want to be there during the requisite 40 hours I have to be there during the week. So, hey haven't given me news of dinner, therefore I will just go in for my shift tonight. What a relief. I hope they haven't postponed it again.
Anyone know when the new Ikea in College Park is opening?