Thursday, March 28

Pinterest Snobbery and Stuff

-   I'm a bit of a pinterest snob.  That is, before I repin something, I always check the link to make sure it goes to the place where I would find the thing I wanted to pin.  It makes me crazy when say, a recipe pin just links to a website and not the actual post that recipe is on. It's worse when I go to verify that recipe before repinning and discover it doesn't actually come from anywhere, so to speak.  It's like an internet black hole, or the website it links to has no record of that recipe at all.  Grrr!

- Also on pinterest, I see a million crafts and DIY's and on most of them I'm like "yeah...not going to do that.  Too hard.  Too many steps.  For all the materials you have to buy, you could just buy an ACTUAL antique dresser."

-I also laugh on those pins that are like "this is the best list of stuff to do on a rainy day ever!" or "best homemade beauty products ever!" and there's always the "pin now, read later" note.
Right.  'Cuz you're really going to read it later?  

- Tooth update:
I have to return to the dentist tomorrow because apparently sometimes a tooth gets so infected you need not one, but TWO antibiotics to really get in there and do the job.  The good news is that I have the oral surgery planned for April 8, so I'll be getting this molar situation fixed soon.  
- So there's a new trend in publishing: the "New Adult" genre.  It's actually been going on for a while now, but now it's a thing.  The books are said to be easy reads with thin plots and graphic sex and swearing and stuff.  Am I the only one who's like: "um...that's not "new adult," that right there is your basic romance novel with a more contemporary picture on the cover.  So don't give me this shit about "New Adult."  You're reading a trashy romance - accept it and embrace it.

Saturday, March 9

Cats Are Weird: Dumping Things in the Water

It's well known that cats like to play with toilet paper rolls.
And Isabelle is not known for her impulse control.
That is why we do this:

We keep our toilet paper in a plastic box with a flip-top lock on it so she can't get into it.
Otherwise we have this:

...And not just "occasionally" or "once in a while."  It was every. single. day.  And often we'd find the roll had been unwound all around the bathroom and dragged into her water dish.
So we resulted to keeping our t.p. in lock-down so we don't go through fourteen rolls a week.

Speaking of her water dish, we have to keep it like this:
That's right.  She liked drinking out of the sink and if her water bowl was next to her food, she wouldn't "drink from it" so much as "play and make a mess and then go drink water out of the bathroom sink" - so we just stuck her water bowl in the bathroom sink and that's where she drinks from now and has for several years.

But how do we keep her from drinking out of the toilet, you ask?
Good question!
The lid is permanently down.  Always down.  Always.
Because of this:

A few years ago in mid-December, Shawn and I were home relaxing.  He was playing with baseball cards, I was wrapping presents, a Christmas movie in the background.  Oops! I ran out of tape.  So we ran to the store to get some tape and grabbed something for dinner.  We were gone a total of 45 minutes and came home to no less than TEN Christmas bows she'd pulled out of their bag and dumped in the toilet.  Awesome.

Shawn and I actually learned about her little "dropping things in water to marinate" fetish when we came home from our honeymoon and discovered my sister, who was checking in on our cats at the time, had left the seat up on her last check-in visit.
And all of Isabelle's toys had subsequently been dumped in.
All I can say is thank God I keep my bathroom clean.