My weekend blogging-topic checklist:
1. Table dancing/Cat urine
2. Bahama Breeze
3. Plasma TV
4. Goodwill
5. Birthday Dinner
6. Hack hack hack!
I'm ready to kill Ruby, my calico cat. She's been quite the turd lately. Dimitri brought me flowers on my birthday, and we set them in a vase on the dining room table while we went out to dinner. We return a few hours later to find the vase upended and oogie flower water dripping from the table on to the floor.
Ruby must have knocked over the flowers soon after we left the house. The water had seeped into the wooden table and warped the wood TERRIBLY. Dimitri started yelling and cursing. I accessed that dusty mental copy of "Hints From Heloise" and remembered that salt is a good desiccant, and leaped to my cupboard to find my tub o' salt with the girl and the umbrella on it.
I dumped a few pounds of salt over the affected area and massaged it into the table while Dimitri yelled and gesticulated at the cat. We left the salt on the table overnight, and, by morning, most all of the swelling had gone down. We probably won't need to replace the table, which is a good thing. The cat, however...
Ruby has been really interested in the new comforter in the guest bedroom. It's shiny and silky smooth, and she loves to jump on the bed and pad around on the bed. Apparently, she loved it just a little too much. She PEED right in the center of the bed. Comforter, sheets, mattress, all Rubified. %#$#@R! !!!! Thank goodness everything is machine washable.
Good: Went to Bahama Breeze on Saturday to meet up with a few folks. Met Stephanie for the first time.
Bad: I paid the tab on my credit card, once everyone gave me cash for their food. I ended up having to pay about $10 more than was my portion.
Dimitri ordered a plasma TV that he found online for "a really good price." He was setting it up when Kat and Jenny came by the house to see the new guest room (Pre-urine. I think.) Dimitri sucked Kat into a highly technical conversation about web servers and other techie stuff. At 11:45, Jenny and I leaped in to rescue Kat from the conversation so the girls could go home and Kat could get up early to do her boob-run.
I have six or seven bags of clothing to donate to the Goodwill. I'll be dropping the stuff off to them today. I'm sure that they'll make good use of it. I'd love to pretend that my main motivation is helping the less fortunate, but I'd be lying if I didn't also mention that my main motivation was to clean out some of the scariness that is the "junk room". A junk room is what happens when two people have a house with no children. The junk collects and breeds. I want to get that room cleaned up, and getting rid of the old clothes was the first step.
My birthday dinner was nice. We went to Fellini's inside the Stratosphere. Steve (our waiter and friend) had the chef make a sugar-free dessert just for me. Awww. That was sweet.
I'm coughing like a fiend. My cold won't go away. I can't drink orange juice or take cough medicine (both have lethal amounts of sugar in them) Grrrr.
So that was my weekend.