Sleeeeeeeeeeep

Tomorrow night Dad is going to play with both of his bands (Dad plays bass & keyboard & sometimes guitar).  Second & Vine (who plays tons of different stuff plus original) and then Us & Them (Pink Floyd tribute band) who will be preforming Dark Side of the Moon.  They'll be playing at the Blue Rooster in Murfreesboro, TN with a $5.00 cover going to Austism Speaks! (nonprofit group for Autism).  There will be 2 for 1 drinks and free pizza until it runs out.  So I'm resting up, since I plan to be there for the whole gig from 6-9 PM CST.  Da Boys are doing their best to help me out, while the kids will stay home to vend off the Huns (I also made them promise not to sack Rome this time!).

"Don't Worry, I Can Manage the Mixer!"

Who, Me?! It Was Him, Mommy!! No, Really!!!

On the way home from a doctor's appointment yesterday I tried to convince my children to help look for my 'life'.  My 17 year old daughter, who was curled up sleeping in the front seat (being 17, no fool, and having been sick all last week), muttered, "Yeah, right, I'm going back to sleep now."  My 14 year old son, the money bags of the family (no, really!, he saved up Christmas and birthday money year before last so he had nearly $150 to spend at an event... before that he saved enough to get a 'griffin' puppet at the local Ren Faire), said he wasn't interested in the $5.00 reward I offered.

Then he slyly said, "Hey!  What about giving me one of those calendars you made up once the new year starts?"  (they haven't gone up in the shop because CafePress hasn't switched to 2011 yet)  I thought about it and said, "We-ell, maybe.  It depends on how much they cost."  We dickered.  We finally came down to something from the shop, possibly even something made just for him with 'his cat' (Mister Kitten) on it, saying "Protected by Vicious Attack Cat: Mister Kitten".  When we got home, I reminded him about it, he looked for about five minutes and Voila! my life was in his hands.  "Where did you find it?" I asked.  He nonchalantly answered, "Oh, it was on your blue trunk on the corner."  My eyes narrowed.  "Do you mean the blue trunk under my bed where I looked at least three times already??"  He shrugged his shoulders, "I guess so.  I think Zaphy did it."  Riiiiiight.

"What?!  I didn't do anything!!  No, mom, really!!!  I's innocent!!"

 "I wasn't there!  Cross my paws!!"

All Right Boys, What Did You Do With My Life?

I've been missing my black book (organizer aka my life!) for about a week now.  I really need it because it not only holds my appointments but has cards from all of the doctors that I and my children see and have seen within the last few years.  I have looked everywhere in the house and in my van.  Now there are some other things that have gone missing in this last week as well.  I suspect the Teenage Mutant Ninja Kitty Horde.  They always look cute and innocent because that gets you treats.  But they are Ninjas with all that implies.  Star likes to attack from chairs, both sitting on the seat where he blends in somehow (even white ones!) or under them, although he will also use corners, doors, floors, and beds.  Suddenly a swift paw shoots out and tags you, aha!!

Zaphoid waits until you set something down on the bed and then lays on it so that you can't move it.  Well, so does Thomas and Mister Kitten.  This is a sacred duty.  Star doesn't do this because he would rather use his Mutant Ninja Powers on getting more treats.

"You are getting sleeeeeepy.  You will give me more treats.

You love to give me treats.  Treats are goooood.  Because the other cats put themselves first you will give me more treaaaaaats."

And so I suspect Da Boys.  Either that or it's Gremlins.  Okay boys, catch the Gremlins & tell them to bring my life!!

"Me-om!!  We're busy!!"