Ah, the life of a cat.

We figure her plan is to lay there so that when someone opens the door to come in, she'll just roll on out and it won't be her fault.
Clever. It won't work, but it's clever.

Also, I don't think she realizes it, but Tawny sends Daisy presents. Therefore, she must love her :)

edit: No Dawn, that box doesn't have your name on it, as much as it looks like your name. So no, you cannot have her!

Dooce, eat your heart out.

For the past few weeks, I've been trying to understand what all the fuss is about crocs. I'm going to say it. I absolutely hate them. I think they're ugly and unfashionable. I learned to accept Uggs. I won't ever accept these monstrosities. I can't see the appeal in wearing rubber with holes. Even still, I can't understand accessorizing said holes. It's one thing for an adult to wear them, but to buy them for your children? Why, why would you do that to them?

Last Sunday at the theatre we were hit with a whole slew of people coming into the lobby. Whole families wearing these ugly clog pass-offs. I see kids coming into the daycare wearing them. Tonight while babysitting I was tortured at the sight of them. It's not enough that they throw me into the throngs of what can only be described as a suburban nightmare, with all the neighbours out with their kids, standing around chatting, sprinklers watering their lawns; the father of the kids I looked after was wearing a pair, and three of the neighbours kids were wearing them. It seemed like I can't escape them.

I'm officially in croc hell.

I don't see the light at the end of the tunnel. Nor to I believe one even exists. And HONESTLY. One pair is enough. And if you're lame enough to buy two pairs, why would you wear ONE OF EACH COLOR?! While at work last week, I declared war in saying I was going to go to a t-shirt making store, and make my own t-shirt that says, "crocs are not cool" or "crocs are not cool (and therefore, neither are you)". Over at www.dooce.com there is a long-going war between her and her husband about his like of these. Quite frankly, I'm on Heather's side. The crocs have got to go.

Happy Birthday Canada!

Yup. It's Canada Day. How did I spend it? I took advantage of the morning off from the daycare to sleep in until 130. Then I watched Grey's Anatomy until 4 (which made me bawl my eyes out, as usual), got ready, and went babysitting. 4 hours of watching Grey's Anatomy/The Island because the little boy was asleep. $40 later and I'm not complaining. Now I'm trying to decide between going down to the theatre to watch Click with K, Cam, and Nick. My main hesitation is the 13 hour work day I have begining at 1015 tomorrow. Who knows.

Tagged, twice.
5 Things in My/Our Refrigerator:
1) Kool-Aid
2) Celery
3) Red Bull
4) Red/Green Peppers
5) Spaghetti

5 Things in My/Our Closet:
1) Flip Flops. Lots of them
2) Clothes
3) Binders/Notes from school
4) Yearbook
5) Hair products

5 Things in My Handbag:
1) Wallet
2) Book (False Memory by Dean Koontz)
3) Grey's Anatomy Season 2
4) Lip Gloss (like, 4 things of it)
5) Toothbrush and toothpaste

5 Things in My/Our Car:
1) CDs
2) Poker Set
3) Dolphin Air Freshner
4) Sweater
5) Pay Stub

5 People to Tag:
I don't have 5 people to tag. And the ones I tag have already been tagged. So I reserve the right to omit this one.