Bitchin’! I made my very-own-one-of-a-kind weblog template! True, a bit boring, and the HTML is certainly messy, but I made it, dammit! Mine mine mine! Now, I just gotta learn how to make the cool ones. . .
I’m on my very own tonight. My Renton is still at the vet; he got neutered today. They keep him overnight, and I can get him tomorrow morning. I got to visit him this afternoon after the surgery; he looked extremely groggy. I do miss him, even though he was able to drive me completely bonkers in the few hours this morning before I took him to the vet’s.
Last night he figured out that he could jump up onto the kitchen bar area, it seems. I came out of my room this morning, and right in front of my door was a single packet of Splenda. Oh no. . . As I stumble down the hall, I notice bits of things on the floor that should be in my purse. A receipt here, lip gloss (without the top) there, checkbook splayed open with all the deposit slips surrounding it like so many innards. Took me about 30 minutes to gather it all back up. He knocked a plethora of things into the sink, including the TV Duck, still recovering from its’ wounds with the last gato-a-ducko battle with Renton. Half the stuff was under the couch, along with my cell phone, and my salt shaker that I had been missing since Friday. Maybe he knew that I was about to take away all his fun hormones, and felt I needed dully punished.
Between the time I left for work and came back to gather him for the vet, Renton also felt it was in his best interest to knock down the coffee pot. Of course, I didn’t notice this until I was home for lunch, lamenting about my poor baby being away from his mommy. After seeing the coffee pot, I wasn’t lamenting quite so much.