IDGI

I honestly don't understand folks who can use the words you are and then, in the same sentence, also mean to use it in its contraction form but instead type your.

"You are such a goofy thing, it's like your high on life."

Seriously. I don't get how it's so tough to know that the amalgamation of you and are is you're and not your. It's not confusing. Worse, though, are the people that use you're correctly and then incorrectly. It's like grammar whiplash to me.


I other news, internet woes continue. Is it unreasonable to be irritated that it's been nearly two weeks and no resolution is in sight? I resent having to ask to go online, tbh, primarily because it feels invasive that they then know when I'm online and when I'm not. It's ... uncomfortable or something.

Last night, just as I was about to take a nice drink of ice cold water, Johnny decided the only route to the back of the sofa was across my lap. Unanticipated ice water bath, thanks, little fucking cat! It really was the first time I uttered uncharitable words at the poor sweetie sweet, because she's seriously the most polite cat in the world. I think I also said, nonsensically, "I hope your apple pie is freaking worth it!"

( This is what she got up to on the back of the sofa: )

Annnnd this morning I awoke, stumbled half asleep to the bathroom. And instantly stepped in a little poop ball. Someone wasn't done when s/he left the box. At least I had shoes on, though the drawback is the pair I was wearing happened to have very intricate and plentiful grooves on the soles. Gross. GROSSSS.

I really am going to perish of fits one of these days.

But, oh! I made popcorn today and dusted it with a blend of dill, celery seed, onion powder and salt and YUM.