A giggle for cat lovers

From Two Lumps

"When seeking food to nibble,
I'm unsatisfied by kibble,
Going "crunch" instead of "moosh"...
But my tongue would be happy
And I'd chow down something snappy,
If I only had some goosh!

Though I know it's awful fatty,
And the "beef's" distinctly ratty,
And the smell could be called louche...
I'd hold my nose and gulp chow
Without fear of seeming lowbrow,
If I only had some goosh!"


Ah! Cat poetry.

Remember ChaCha from Greese?...

I've been hunting for a dress to wear to the Gothic Ball in Portland. Never mind that no one can seem to tell us whether or not it's fancy dress, semi-formal or casual. There is the word "Ball" in the title I'm going for the idea of fancy dress (Hey I'm still a little princess who likes to play dress up, inside). I'll adjust my plans as/if I hear differently. I also was planning to dress down my idea of formal slightly- avoiding true ball gowns, you know.

I had planned this week to go shopping at the Dress Barn in Corvallis and see if I could find something remotely suitable- I wasn't terribly optimistic but I could always find other things there if I didn't find "THE" dress. So after work, as I've been planning most of the week, I trotted down to the store, only to find that the massive deluge that we had today flooded the store and they were closed. This put me into full blown tantrum mode...I don't deal well with disappointment. I headed home without making any of the other stops on my list. Along the way, I got a slightly better perspective and thought to go to Eugene to see if Torrid or Penny's would have anything as I had planned to do on Friday and then instead Friday make the Corvallis rounds. The simple answer is that they didn't but on a whim I stopped at David's bridal. Really, how Gothic can a bridal store be? But I remembered them carrying corset type tops last time I was there and decided it was worth a try. This led to an hour of frustration wherein I realized everything in the store was actually 2 or 3 full sizes smaller than your normal clothes and planned accordingly.

Enter ChaCha...





Absolutely over the top, gawdy and rather gauche.


I looked passed her rather pointedly several times. And several times the sales clerk suggested I give her a try....Even going so far as to say that she was just waiting for the right price to take her home herself. By this time I'm disgusted with everything and figure "what the heck," wrap her over my arm and head to the dressing room. The price tag is staggering...$249 but it has been hanging on the clearance rack for quite some time and has been marked down a bit. However, I expected a good laugh and nothing more.
( But.... )