Well this is fun.

Last night, Mark comes upstairs to the bedroom, where I'm laying on the bed, reading.

He heaves a big sigh, " Finally", he says, "I finally beat him." He's referring to the boss in the video game he's currently playing that has successfully thwarted him for 3 nights running.

I, having put my book down to listen to him, deadpanned, "Your cat farted in my face. Twice. Then she left me." Miss Sassy, having finally decided that sleeping upstairs on our pillows and stealing 3/4 of them while we were trying to use them, is the best thing ever, had literally just done that and left to go back downstairs.

He started laughing at me, " Well, it just means she loves you!"

I replied, "Yeah, she takes after you in that regard."

"Hey! I don't fart in your face!" He says, between giggles.

"No, but your farts sure as hell do stink as bad as hers did!" I said. And went back to reading my book. Thankfully, it's getting warm enough to leave a window cracked and it aired out pretty quickly.


Siamese cats. Can't do a damn thing with them.

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Today has decided to be annoying.

Netflix disc that was supposed to arrive today, didn't, so I had to find something on streaming to use as background noise that isn't something *both* of us want to watch- not as easy as it sounds.

Barnes and Noble 's store inventory isn't updated properly, so the book they supposedly had in stock at the closest BN here and that Mark was going to pick up to surprise me with- isn't actually in stock and I now have to order it online instead (surprise!Mark said, halfheartedly.}:/ )

Not even going to try to photograph you, Mr Red Bellied Woodpecker peeking around the big feeder at me. Yeah, I see you. You're still an asshole.

Hmph.


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