Don't take away my kitty

Last night everyone was coming into the bedroom for a good night of Zs. The entire family sleeps in one room. Steve and Suzi have their own beds, and the cats share our bed. It is a very hair filled room, very little of which comes from Jeremy or me.

Vernie was on the bed acting adorable and I came over to give her some scratches. She was quite pleased and gave me the squinty I-love-you-so-much-mom face. She purred and made tiny little happy sounds.

Then I picked up my book I had set down next to her. I picked it up and managed to drop it on Vern's face.

"Oh no, Vernie!" I said.

She ran out of the room and under the guest bed. I went in to try and make her feel better. She saw me and moved to the other side of the bed. I went to the other side, and she escaped into the dining room. Hiding under the table she wouldn't even look at me. I managed to pet her head for a minute and then she ran into the living room to hide behind the couch. I went behind the couch and she went under the coffee table. Finally I managed to pick her up, and she remained in brick form. No purrs, no claws in my back to keep her from falling off. No, she simply remained stiff and mad.

I finally gave up. About 15 minutes later she decided to forgive me and came back to bed. I was reading the drop-on-Vern's-head book, but she didn't mind. She came over, and I moved the book to make room. Except when I moved the book I managed to take out one of her legs.

I am a horrible mother.

Shake harder boy!

For the past few, well more like 12, months we have been paying Las Vegas Water Authority a hefty sum. We thought it was due to the fact that we have a pool in our backyard, and we had never had a pool, so pools must be expensive, and the Water company would never let someone continue to pay large amounts when we are in a drought and wasting water, right?

Wrong.

They don't care about saving water. They want to collect people's money, every month for all eternity. They do not want to come out to your house and tell you that you are wasting water. We even called when we found out what other people's water bills were each month. We have a friend who pays about $8 - $10 per month. What?! We pay about $150 a month. Something is not right. When we called to say that we thought we might have a leak, they said, "oh no, that is totally normal to pay that much."

Wrong (part 2)

We brought a plumber out who helped us find a MASSIVE leak in our front yard. Now how much do we pay? $18.

Bitches

Poor planning...or excellent product placement?

**Viewer discretion advised - the following blog may contain subject matter that may be icky or perhaps funny. You be the judge.

I was watching "Bones" this morning. "Bones" is one of my new favorite shows, and it is on in syndication constantly on TNT. It is about a forensic anthropologist and an FBI agent who work together, with other Jeffersonian Institute Science people, to solve murders with what remains of bodies. It also has new episodes on Fox, but enough about how I love the show and everyone should watch.

The episode was about a man found in a bathtub filled with chlorine bleach and drain cleaner/un-clogger. The man's skin was beginning to fall off, bones were being eaten away, even the top of his head came loose from his scalp. All gross, yes?

Well, the characters then went on to describe how the drain-o/liquid plumber product was so corrosive, that it was eating away everything. How they only had soft pieces of bones and skin to figure out what had happened to the man in order to solve his murder.

Then...the first commercial break, and who was the sponsor?

"This episode, brought to you by Liquid Plumber."

Ew.