Now, I insert picture of cat. This is Cleo, on top of Loretta's cage, where she spends a great deal of time. Loretta is a male guinea pig, and his full name is Sweet Loretta Martin. He teases the cat, getting her to bat at him, and jumping out of range.
Cleo has also developed a thing for Q-tips, which she finds, of course, in the bathroom trash can.
Please feel free to grab, cap and lolcat.
Lastly, earlier this week I was walking to the train through the remnants of the Leather District, which lies between Chinatown and South Station. I was wearing a suit, with a black wool coat my grandmother bought on Park Avenue sometime in the 1940's or '50's (Peck and Peck), my leather backpack (which I bought at the last leather dealer in the district) on my back. I passed a guy, one of the ones that hands out the free papers, heading somewhere. He was holding a big stack of the small tabloids, and had a vest with a walkie-talkie pocket, which contained a radio. My gaze must have lingered too long, because he looked straight at me and said, "Yuppie!"
I waited a few steps before I burst out laughing. There was nothing I could say to it, but it was so, so funny. Yuppie. Right. My camouflage is working.
I miss tf. There are a number of little things here that she would find funny, or cool, but aren't the big things you make sure to relate. Our $coworker, departing for a bigger job, is packing her desk and cleaning out her files as I type. I'll take her to lunch at the best hole in the wall in Chinatown today. We had her office goodbye party yesterday, for which I cooked rather than have it catered (spinach lasagna, grilled tenderloin with rolls for sandwiches). When we were deciding how much beer/wine to buy, we settled on a red, a white, and a 12 pack of beer, figuring that since $othercoworker and tf would not be at the party, we wouldn't need as much as usual.
(I can see tf shooting a bird at her screen...)
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