Saturday, January 29, 2011

How is a cat like Viagra?

It can get you up in bed.

I was woken up at 7 this morning with a little kitty shiatsu courtesy of Gordon. I'd like to say he does it out of love but I think it has more to do with an empty food bowl. He is a heavy fur-boy but he does hold back the claws, unlike his sister, Zoey, who is lighter but performs cat-upuncture. When the massage failed to rouse the food lady, he stuck his wet nose in my ear and purred and snuffled, making me giggle. So I'm up early on a Saturday and the cats and rabbit are fed. The child is asking for breakfast now. If she stands on my back, I'm done for. I'd better get cooking. But first...coffee.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

I'm Blogging. Period.

Gentlemen, avert your eyes.

Where have all the tampons gone?  I don't mean the little bean-sized ones.  I mean the UPPERCASE TAMPONS.  The venti-sized tampons.  These ones: 

I went to Shopper's Drug Mart and Save-on-Foods today and there was a gap right where the o.b. Ultras should have been. This is day 2, people.  Super-plus isn't going to cut it.  How do I know?  Because that's all I had, and it wasn't cutting it.  Thus the lunchtime shopping trip to restock my supplies and acquire a new pair of jeans. (On the plus side, the jeans were on sale so I got two pairs.)

According to the o.b. web site, there is a temporary supply interruption in North America resulting in (gasp!) a shortage of tampons!  Crank that puppy up and get the supply flowing again!  You've got 28 days.  1-2-3-Go!