Yeah

You know, that feeling...
or maybe you don't...
but I do...
and...

...yeah.

Maybe a little too sexy...

So, I have an email with the subject line, "Find a sexy Halloween look in your makeup drawer" and I'm thinking, yeah, if all I wear is makeup, that'll be pretty damn sexy!

So the thing is...

I really need to figure out what to do with this blog, with my blogs, with my Twitter, with everything.
I started blogs on several different platforms to try it all out and see what works best- just doing one or two entries I don't think gives enough of an idea how well you like it- so I decided to have different topics, or at least a different character to each blog site- but then it's too much to keep track of, as I end up having too many blogs.
So now I write this rambling incoherent entry to complain about how I've confused and disorganized myself I guess.
But whatever because, yeah, at least it's an entry, yes?

Well, I need to get myself and my life organized so desperately it isn't funny.
And I'm trying.
And I swear this time I'll do it.

Cats are different from dogs

My youngest cat Henry, about two yrs old, just had his first real throwing up that didn't involve a hairball. (And he's only had a couple of those. I do keep the kids brushed.) He meowed for me to come, the same type of meow he uses when he's just pooped in the litterbox and wants it cleaned right away because it's stinky. He's quite particular.
It's amazing how a cat's reaction to throwing up, etc., can have a hint of "Oh heavens! Pardon me, I'm so embarrassed!" about it. Where a dog's reaction is typically more like, "Oh boy! Now I get to see what it tastes like the second time!"