manic monday

First up, I'm so glad no one thought I was being all trailer park by being disgusted with the serving of pate as our main meal staple on board our flight last week. After I pressed publish, I thought OMG what if I look really gauche and everyone else is all like "holy low class there motherbumper, I don't think a flight is complete without the serving of pureed organ meat".

I mean - ewww... I can't deal with organ meat. If I was a cannibal I'd be totally like "pass the ribs Jefferey, you can have the liver". How about you? Wait... that isn't what I was going to post about.

to tell the truth I'm more of a toe nibbler

We had a our first date afternoon in EONS yesterday and we went to see that them there stoner movie Pineapple Express (loved it). When we arrived at the theatre, we had the choice of all the seats - there was not a soul to be seen - probably all at home, too stoned to find the theatre. Total chance to make out in the back row or what?

Yah, we totally took the "what". We made our usual choice of dead centre. As we walked up and then across the row we both noticed how the row in front of us had something all over one of the seats. When we finally plopped our butts down in the plum prime seats of middle-middle axis - movie theatre perfection, we were pleased to see the seat in front of us was completely wrapped in plastic wrap with tape ... kinda like a crime scene.

Oh well, if a few blood stains are going to keep some tall person or person with big hair sitting in front of us, it's well worth the ick factor. It was totally CSI complete with sexy low lighting. Except with the scent of butter and stale farts as opposed to intoxicating perfume mixed with formaldehyde, as I always imagined the set of CSI would be.

Anyhow, the weekend was perfect though extremely tiring. In fact it should have been a disaster from start to finish considering it started out headachey and hungover on one end and with barely a dent in the ToDo list at the end. But somehow it was perfect.

Yet here I am on a Monday morning and reality has set in. My ToDo list is exploding and enough to cry about and there is an inch of cat pee to be cleaned up off the hardwood floor - where it sat all night, under plastic because these cats are talented pissers... very very talented pissers indeed.

So here I am on a Monday morning, up to my elbows in cat piss but with a faint smile on my face. Too bad the smell wasn't faint but you can't win them all.