So, that happened.

Last night, in the process of trimming Ruthven's back claws, one of them was cut to the quick. That was a LOT of blood, which freaked me and the Stroppy One out. Plus, y'know, feeling like THE WORST CAT MOM EVER. After much Googling, we put some cornstarch on the cut, and that helped stop the bleeding. But between the freaking out and the crying (see previous, WORST CAT MOM EVER), I figured working from home today was a good plan. Which, it was. I'm being productive, AND I can keep an eye on Ruthven. Who, it should be noted, is frisking and scampering around just like always, thank goodness.

So yeah, crying hangover. Ugh. Plus other cryptic, nebulous stuff that is going on. Which means I'm going to try and concentrate on good things now, in an attempt to reboot my mood.

- julzerator gave me a paperweight with a tiny brown bat encased in it! He is the cutest thing ever, and his name is George.

- My dress for the Vampire Ball is DONE! (Except for the buttons.) And it is AWESOME. The Infamous BlueJay outdid herself, once again.

- The Infamous BlueJay also brought over homemade chocolate-hazelnut shortbread cookies. So, so tasty!

- The Vampire Ball is on SATURDAY! Fancy event! People in pretty clothes! Seeing friends! Oh, I can't wait.

... okay, that's what I've got so far. What good things are going on with you peoples?

Coveting. OH MY GOD, THE COVETING.

If I had a spare $500 (plus shipping) to blow on a completely frivolous item, I would get myself this:



::flails, looks longingly at picture, flails some more::

The clicky-link to the Etsy listing!

I'm not kidding. I covet that wig SO MUCH. I have wanted a a completely over-the-top, Marie Antoinette -style wig, IN PINK, for years and years. When and where would I wear it? I DON'T KNOW^*. I DON'T CARE. I want it. Badly.




^*Photo shoots. The Vampire Ball. If I ever managed to get to WGT or Whitby Gothic Weekend. AROUND THE HOUSE JUST BECAUSE I COULD.