Received v. threatening "will kill your pet" letter from cell-phone friends today, saying were going to cut off service. As always pay bills on time and never forget anything (in perfect world), panicked and called as soon as arrived at work. As it turns out, was no problem after all: had received bill payment early (thank me v. much, Ms. H), but would like to verify new mailing address. Is tragic when one must send Mobsters and death threats (or cellular service suspension notice) for something as simple as change of address. Bastards. Am not fond of starting my morning in Rumplestiltskin (guess my name or I get your kid) kind of way.
Reluctant Kitten took her breakfast in kitchen this morning. Triumph! Fuzzy Energy Source followed yours truly into kitchen (first mistake) and waited while food dish was filled (second mistake). From now on, Reluctant Kitten will be dining in kitchen and not in safety of bedroom. Hiding time over. Not one to threaten small animals with starvation, am using cue that RK is now brave enough to be lured out for such things. Next big move is kitty litter box. Am not thrilled having it so near to sleeping area, as it is.
Am spending evening before holiday departure with J. Have promised to bring left-over party booze on condition that J provides previously-discussed lampshade (which per prior email-flirting, will amuse J and wear -- not as accessory, but as entire outfit). Should be interesting night. Will threaten to put entire self in oven (not just head this time) if does not turn out well. Enough dilly-dallying.