Dud #1: Today's storms
Our 100% chance of severe gigantically hugetastic killer God-will-smite-you thunderstorms came to nothing, at least where I live. We got a lot of rain, though, and you wouldn't believe how good it smells outside right now.
Dud #2: Me
I need to find something compelling and time consuming to do soon, or grad school is going to start sounding like a good idea. That's the last thing I need. If I start making noise about maybe looking into it, gently remind me that it took me nine years to get my bachelor's. Then kick me in the shins and run like hell.
Dud #3: My cat's reproductive organs
My funny, affectionate cat is turning into a grade-A bastard. Nothing has changed; he's not sick and we didn't move his food bowl or try to introduce a litter of St. Bernard puppies into the household or anything.
I think when spring comes around he experiences certain urges, but we've short-circuited the means to express them. Our theory is that he's frustrated, and in his desperation he came up with a motto: If you can't screw the neighbor's nasty half-feral bitch of a cat, yowl and piss and knock things over on purpose.
I don't think that's such a great motto, but maybe it works for him. Jerk.
