none of it was epic in scale or award-winning, mind you.

was reflecting on the fact that sane people can genetically evolve, ever so slowly over decades, into "cat fanciers".

shudder.

fear we are. cat fanciers, that is. we try not to, but then we have people over for cocktails - and they enable us! it is their fault! they see sam the cat and it's all: oooohhh! heeee's soooo big! and cuuuuute!

and we agree. and tell a few random, but favorite stories. and stare and laugh.

uggg.

maybe sam the cat has us all hypnotized. we are really the handmaidens (or pawmaidens) of his royal pain in the ass.

what kind of old people will we evolve into?

maybe we should have sam the cat's portrait taken at petco...

maybe it is our one guilty pleasure. what else can you get all gaga over without people trying to smack you out-of-it?

on another note, bought some clothes that might be a wee bit sexy. will try them out and see if any response registers from anybody. never buy clothes - tend to buy tee shirts and jeans and practical shit. stuff that will go with everything. but this was an effort to move a bit out of this.

being overweight, it important not to give up and become monastic.

also, growing out my hair. frightening cutting of bangs. why try to grow hair when the summer heat is coming?

timing. it's all about timing. mine sucks.

it is 80+ degrees and getting hotter every day and this is a good time to grow out my hair. will there be enough resolve? have been all full-of-resolve-and-vigor only to turn on a dime and beg my hairdresser to work me in to cut it all off.

it is all about glamour.

i think i will look reeeeally gooood, tho. me and sam the cat and our hair.