The cat has no food, and as such, has reverted to trying to take bites out of my legs. Note to self: If his dinner is late, cat considers leg to be a viable alternative. Avoid letting his dinner be late in the future.
Okay, fed him. I can walk without fear once again.
This is from lepetitemort, and made me laugh 'til I scared the cat.
I am very sleepy, and I don't know why. Oh wait, perhaps it was that lying-there-trying-to-sleep for four hours last night. I can't sleep in this house anymore. It's disturbing.
The guy on the Enterprise Rent-a-Car's hold 'music' (it's just one long ad for them) sounds like he's going through puberty. Or maybe the recording's bad. Either way, his voice keeps cracking, which amuses me.
But I miss the Tahoe of Doom. It took the insurance company 'til last Friday just to get the estimate done. Given that I took the tahoe in on the 19th, I guess Allstate just enjoys shelling out money for the rental car. It doesn't help that I've been bouncing back and forth between Houston and SA, so whenever anyone tries to contact me, I'm not there. Or they're not there. Or Godzilla has stepped on their office and squished them.
Tish agrees with me that the rental car is crap. Curse you, Dodge. Curse you and your cars that will never measure up to the Doom of the Tahoe. Or the Big Blue Beast. You could maybe beat Dad's car, though. It's rather nervous and wimpy.
At least I have my wee shark to comfort me. And by "comfort" I mean "Stare at, in that inanimate sort of way". Which the wee little shark does SO very well.