Hm. I'm not very good at this blogging-everyday-thing, am I? Le sigh. The sad reality is that my life is nowhere near exciting enough to make daily blogging interesting to anyone. And despite being opinionated and, erm, passionate (okay, rant-y) about many things, I often just don't feel like typing about it. There's something much more satisfying in ranting, I must say.
And the past few days have been uneventful at best. I'm sick and the beau is sick so there has been lots of couch time. I think I might have allergies, though, and I must say, they suck. The weekend was a bit of a write-off because of this but it did mean watching lots of Fringe and Casino Royale and Pandorum.
(Do you watch Fringe? No? Well, you should, if for no other reason than Pacey is all grown up. But for true, it's a whole lot of awesome.)
We're also trying to teach the kitty to use a scratching post, to help keep her nails from getting out of control. To do this, we have resorted to bribery. One of us will take her to the scratching post and show her how to do it; she generally squirms and looks pleadingly at the one who is not dragging her paws across the carpet. After we show her how to do it, we give her a treat to reinforce the idea: scratch the post, get a nom-nom treat. She's kind of catching on; she has taken to sitting on the base of the scratching post and looking intently at us, wondering where her treat is. Good thing she's cute.
Other than that, life in the west end keeps on going. Holy crap, I need more exciting hobbies.