Two and half stars

I feel okay enough to write about inane stuff now.

Yesterday at Big & Tiny's house, I got a nasty sliver in my right heel. That evening I dropped my iPod on my right foot, corner down. More painful than it sounds! Then this morning, blearily stumbling up the stairs with a bowl of cereal, I missed a riser and slammed my right toes into the stairs, and dropped some cereal but not a lot.
24 hours. 3 injuries. 1 foot.

BiebzBear's family has two cats. One of them has 3 legs and she is very nice and very tolerant. The other cat is very pretty and she knows it. She is the only cat who loves herself even more than Rhett loves himself. She likes to put her face in my mouth and also to sit in the way until you pet her, and then she flips out when you pet her marvelous fabulous fur. She has extremely sharp claws and is extremely fierce and extremely angry. I tried to move her tail out of my way a few minutes ago and she clawed the crap out of my hands. This is a good story.

speaking of, I'd like to say that BabyBiebzBear is growing out of his jackass phase, but I'm not sure that is the case. He is a handful. He likes to try to beat me up. I told him that there will be a day that he will be able to beat me up, and if he really wants, he can come and find me in 15 years and try. Right now, I am still able to pin his arms down or pick him up or whatever, so I will always win the fight that he thinks is so very important. Though he is 30 pounds, at 15 months, so... I will not be able to pick him up in order to win the fight very much longer.