I was going to write about the Cheetah-thon tonight because it was super awesome, but then Alex was installing a dishwasher and there was a sudden, house-wide power outage and a whole lot of cursing and some assertions of, “It would be best if this was never, ever spoken of ever again…”
“No, for real, Jean. You should stop talking. Now.” [paraphrase]
So, I had less power-aided internetz time to write than I had planned for tonight, so I will save my Cheetah-thon stories and my happy, non-tonight memories for later.
Instead, I will give you two photos of Starfire because if that isn’t happy making, I don’t know what is. Also, because I think blogging about tonight qualifies as talking about it, I’m hoping these photos will make Alex less likely to divorce me over the Dishwasher Incident of 2014.
The first is of Starfire and her lovey.
That toy is technically one that a human is supposed to have a part in playing with, but I don’t think that is Starfire’s hope. Mostly she just drags the thing around and then manically kneads at it while making some sort of extremely loud cat noise. Sometimes I wake up in the morning with it on top of me. I am terrified that it will get lost in our move.
Next up: Chillaxing Starfire.
Now I have to go apologize to Alex for being annoyed at him as he tried to better our lives. Reason #867 you are glad you’re not married to me.