life sucks, then you.. become one? wait. that's not it.
stressful week. but i'll get over it, i'll get through it. i always do.
that reminds me of the great trick that an English Teacher of Christmas Past taught me: a prepositional phrase begins with a word that describes where a cat can go: in, through, over, around, behind, etc., + of.
wild kitty is muchly acclimated to her new surroundings. unfortunately, i think that too much time in the out of doors has caused her to be.... well, let's just say that she's not the most graceful of cats. she doesn't primly sit down to sit all cute and proper: she falls to the side like a brick. stairs are also a problem: her fat kitty butt tends to get a little too much momentum going before she hits the bottom, and she generally ends up losing control, skidding the last few stairs, ending by sliding on her tummy across the linoleum in a clumsy heap, little legs flailing as she tries to get a paw hold on the ground.
but we heart her.
i watched the X-Men cartoon yesterday for the first time in FOREVER. i had totally forgotten the catchy theme song. i hadn't noticed before that when the characters are going through the introduction part of the theme: CYCLOPS. WOLVERINE. STORM. ROGUE. ETC., that they all .. well, they all look so darn HAPPY to be mutants. in trying to watch the beginning credits as if i hadnt seen them before, i giggled as i was watching them showing off their abilities: Cyclops... okay, he shoots a beam. Wolverine.. okay, he's a hairy guy with claws. i got it. okay. Rogue. she... smiles and flies? does that really constitute being a mutant? (well, other than the ability to fly of course.) with the others, they showed a bit of their namesake. Rogue... is she known for her rogue-ish grin? does it mesmerize people? THIS INTRO TELLS ME NOTHING.
course, like most of you people on my friends list, am a raging nerd, so i know the TRUTH, yo. i know that Mystique is her mother, even. chew on THAT.
*pushes her glasses up on her nose*
i'm bored with work. i keep telling my managers that i'm bored with work. my life has basically resorted to going there, and spinning through the following conversation a few trillion times:
Hi! how are you doing today? gooood!
find everything you needed? that's what i like to hear!
would you like a bag for that?
okay, go ahead and slide your card.
no, the other way.
no. that way. right like that. yessss.
okay, now if i may see your card and your i.d. please?
yes, i did look at the picture.
okay, confirm the total on the screen for me.
confirm the total.
you confirm it by hitting "yes".
the big green one.
okay, the signature capture on that thing is horrible, but it will still accept it.
no no no. you can't rest your hand on the screen.
no. no screen, but the keys are okay.
no, it's perfect. it doesn't matter if your last name didn't show up.
hit enter, please.
*finally just reaches across them and hits enter herself*
okay, here's your receipt, have a fantabulous afternoon.
*repeat 5THOUSAND times, sometimes inserting "no, you enter your pin there with the keypad, not sign the screen."
footnote: i can so live without seeing Harvey Keitel naked... EVER again. thank you.