Someone told me nothing happened today.

My hair was in spectacular disarray this morning. I glanced in the bathroom mirror and immediately yelled for K to come take a look. I honestly had no idea what went where.

When we were out later, K started laughing about it again (how ridiculous I looked this morning). We were getting out of the car, and I said, "Man, I swear. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and think, 'It really would not be possible for me to be any uglier than I am right at this moment. I mean, I guess I could knock out a few teeth and cross my eyes, but that's about it.'" We were howling with laughter, and the redneck in the truck next to us was looking at us like we were nuts. Which we are, so good on him.

The weather has been so beautiful lately. Cool and cloudy, alternating sun and showers. The trees are all turning, and our yard is ankle-deep with brightly golden leaves. The birds are delighted with all of the rain. You can always tell when it's raining because you can hear them celebrating outside. It's like a waterfowl block party.

Yesterday's excursion to Home Depot netted us a couple of bags of wood pellets for the woodstove and a roll of vinyl carpet runner. The runner was for the kitchen counters. I trimmed it to size and laid it upside down on the counters (with the nasty spikes sticking up) in an attempt to discourage the cats from jumping up there. Naturally, within 2 minutes Stinky jumped up on the island, sat right down on the spikes, and said, "Hey, guys! What's up?"

God.

Dammit.

Guy didn't seem too bothered by it, either, but there has been a noticeable decline in feline counter-space occupation in the past 24 hours. Monkey walked on it, too, but she probably doesn't weigh enough to press down on the spikes. Heh.

The Monkey's lab results came back "okay." She's hyperthryoid, though, so we'll have to increase her dosage. This distresses me because there are health risks associated with long-term methimazole use; I wanted to get her thyroid nuked years ago, but it's almost $1,000 and we just  never had the money. And when we finally had the money, the money decided to walk out in the middle of the night and never come back. I can't think about that, though. It's still hard to understand, let alone cope with. Dear World: I didn't mean to be one of Those People. My mistake was placing trust in love. I'm sorry.

Today we went to the feed store to buy bird food and diatomaceous earth (DE). The DE is for sprinkling in the carpeting, furniture, and animal bedding. It's completely nontoxic, it's edible (it can be taken orally for deworming purposes), and it kills fleas like nobody's business. We don't have a real flea problem right now, but I like to be preventative.

I've also decided to keep my old computer armoire. The doors have been removed and were disposed of long ago, but I've had the armoire out in the front hall for several months now (I've been trying to decided on the best way to dismantle it for disposal). The cats love it. They lounge around on top of it and use it to get up to the giant window waaaaay up above the front door. Today I cleaned it out and moved it over to the other side of the hall. Then I put one of the cats' water fountains in it (this keeps it nice and clean because the dogs can't get their filthy lips on it). I'm quite happy with it! Sure, it looks like shit, but it's functional and it gives the cats more square footage to move around on.

Now I'm going to build a fire in the woodstove, take out my knitting, and watch some 30 Rock.

Good times!