Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

You have begun to get jokes now. If I look at you through the bars of your crib, it’s a funny joke. If I put the octopus stuffed animal on my head, it’s a funny joke. You are garnering an idea of how things are supposed to be, and so when they go awry you…

Today I am pondering why it is that right when I’m on a roll at work, blasting through stacks of crap and crossing off items on my to do list left and right, that is when everybody and their brother wants to come in and sit down and have a chat?  It totally pulls me…

A conversation I carried on yesterday:   Me: Hi you pretty little thing!  What are you doing?   Her: Bleeeat   Me: Um, so you have a collar and no tag.  That’s not so great, kid.   Her: Maaaa   Me: What is up with this wandering on the highway business?  Do you want to…

I suppose someday I will no longer be young, and no one will say to me anymore that I do something well, especially "for your age," and then maybe I’ll miss hearing it.

It was a frantic day, a day of a mad dash towards first-payroll-of-the-new-year deadline, and I had little time for breaks or lunch or even mooing.  I had to make approximately fifty thousand phone calls during the day, and during the approximately 10 minutes I spent on hold for each of those phone calls, I…