Let's try a nutshell blog.

Love making labels. Especially after I figured out how to peel the back off, which at first seemed frustratingly impossible. Really, it is so good I'm not a scientist or inventor. Making labels with my new funky little machine is ultra inspiring. Whatever it takes, right? Those labels stuck neatly on my file jackets, it looks so professional. I've made two so far. Robby. Jazzi. Mike's one and only comment was, Jazzi's paperwork will never fit in that. I knew I should have bought chubby accordion style file jackets that hold 200 pages each, but the whole idea is to sift through the paperwork and only keep the barest essentials. Therefore, I bought file jackets so flat they might accommodate two sheets of paper...or an ultra flat pancake...a crepe. WHATEVER.

The termite man was late. Which made me late to Bible study. In fact, it made me so late I never got there. Once the termite man set me back, I decided I would play hookey on the first hour of study (because I would be late anyway), which is discussion on those fill-in-the-blank workbook pages. I was going to detour to Tuesday Morning and buy Peacock Alley placemats, a real bargain, I saw them yesterday. And then I would sneak into Bible study when the group was taking a break before the movie. They would never notice me.

But then I found myself cruising by a house DTD wants to look at to buy...maybe. Then when I got to Tuesday Morning, hello, it was closed 20 minutes ago. So that propelled me over to Marshall's, where I got Mike an $80 Ralph Lauren shirt for $20. From there, why not check out Bed, Bath, Beyond. Let's face it, the life of my kitty depends on us buying a lidded kitchen trash can. So, that happened, with a few more things tossed in, all in the name of becoming organized and efficient.

Somewhere between Marshall's and B, B, B, I decided I really wasn't feeling too well and my eye was hurting. It started hurting after my hot compress, right before the termite man finally showed. This is really why I never made it to Bible study. You know I wasn't feeling well to miss the movie.

Then I came home and watched Robby do acrobatics over, under, through, around and in-between the wheatback dining chair. Quite the tumbler. Incredible. Actually, Robby had sort of a day of rest today, he took long naps while it was raining outside. Robby has the right idea. I wanted naps, too, but was too busy labeling. Which, as stated above, produced two labels. And nothing in the jackets yet. But all this changes tomorrow, God willing. Today I was just happy to finally get the label maker out of it's skin tight heavy duty plastic display cover, which is sealed so tightly along the edges it's pathetic. This entailed wrestling with heavy duty kitchen shears and cutting my finger on the sharp jagged plastic. Just try to make a smooth cut, you know how it is, companies do not want you to have access to the product you just bought. Then you have to find batteries. Then you have to read the instruction booklet. Then you have to program it. Then you have to do a trial label. And by then you are too exhausted to make more than two labels.

Robby had to sit in the bathroom while I ate my 4th piece of BCP. At least two of these pieces were sans whipped cream, this, I suppose, is why I'm not terminated yet. Robby got to lick just a speck of whipped cream off the beaters. That kept him happy in the bathroom.

THEN, I sat down to check my email and AOL detained me, as usual. I became captivated by an article about this couple who reduced their possessions to 100 items. There is a movement, you know. People are starting to live in tiny 849 sq. ft. houses. Houses on Wheels, too. I think I should suggest this to DTD, she could park one in the back yard. The killer, though, is the lady of the spartan couple. She has a blog about simple living (which I think is #1 on New York Times blogs, or something). Guess what her blog is called?

ROWDYKITTENS.COM

Crazy, huh? And I don't even think she has kittens. She wanted a nifty, catchy blog name and when she asked for ideas from her co-workers, one shouted, ROWDY! And another screamed, KITTENS! And thus ROWDYKITTENS.COM was born. You need to check it out if you are sick to death of all your Stuff 'N Junk.

Well, I'm worried about Robby, who sometimes wakes up from a snooze and coughs and heaves and gags and chokes. Not just for a second but for a while. Is this, Kitty Experts, a natural bodily function to loosen, and, eventually, spit up, a hairball? I need to go watch my kitty DVD they gave me at the adoption.

Robby just catapulted himself into the old empty trash can. Now, can he get his wittle self out? Yes, he can. He can do lots of things, like tip over my water bottle on the dining table. Now he's dipping his paw into the fruit bowl perched on a ledge room divider thingy, which he reaches from this here computer desk. He gets his second wind about 3 AM, much to Mike's chagrin. You hear little paws padding around the room, but not on a genteel stroll, oh, no. He gallops hither and yon like a mad horse. Still, there is a distinct kitten pad sound on the hardwood floor, just at warp speed. Then he claws his way up the mattress and that's where the real fun begins.

While Robby was playing in his Pillow Tunnel tonight and crouched to spring forth and pull a surprise pounce on Mike, Mike said, What a silly cat. I have a friend who calls me Kat. Maybe even Silly Kat. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, eh?

Robby is poised to jump in the toilet. I know it will happen one day. When I do my Quickie Clean every night, he has learned to come in and sit by the back of the toilet bowl, ready and waiting to seize that perfect moment, when he catches me unawares as I lift the toilet seat. He knows the drill. But he cannot outsmart me on this one. I am more ready and waiting than he is. Still, it's going to happen, just not on my watch.

Label Me KEM