Twitchy

I didn't leave the office today until 6. It was a long day. I had a staff meeting, then a lunch meeting, then a meeting with a senator's grant director, and frantically trying to get things wrapped up for tomorrow's class in between. It all happened, but barely.

Drove home, went to Targee' for some photo prints and some groceries.. Looked for red shoes, but no such luck. Apparently red is OUT right now. I wanted red shoes to go with the new dress I bought to wear tomorrow. It's Liz Claiborne, with the tag still on proclaiming that it cost $119. I paid $26 at Ross. I may be cheap, but I dress pretty well.

Anyway, no red shoes, no red handbags, nothing. Guess I will either wear black or white, as usual. Probably black since I don't have a white bag. So much for coordinating. But then I have always been uncoordinated.

Seriously. It took me until second grade to learn to skip.

My striped cat is lying on the desk looking at me with big round yellow-green eyes, his whiskered little head lying on his little white paws. He knows exactly how cute he is. He is waiting for me to let my guard down, and then he will attack like a kamikaze, his clawless toes like pencil erasers, grabbing at my typing hands. He thinks he's so smart. But then he lives a life of luxury, for a cat.. automatic litterbox, full food dish, full water dish, more toys than a cat should really have.. He's got it made. The boyfriend even bought him a big tube to play in at Lowe's the other day. It's actually a cardboard form for pouring concrete, but the monster uses it to hide in.

He sits inside with the tip of his tail sticking out, twitching.