It was one of those mornings when James woke up snappy and cranky, and then Moose escaped the basement, which made James more miserable (and Moose, once caught, was miserable) and by 7:40AM today I was ready to throw Tuesday against a wall and kick its kidneys in.

Hi. I haven’t had my coffee yet today.

I’m meeting Maxine (in Brooklyn… Brooklyn…) today to eat food and do girl-stuff. I’m not sure, exactly, what that puts in store for me, but I know it’s more fun than watching the cats chew on each other. So I’m down. Plus the last time Maxine took me to Brooklyn, we ate at Sea, which is easily one of my favorite Thai places now because their mojitos unabashedly get you wasted on the first drink. Or, maybe that’s just me, but through the fuzzy memories I clearly recall having an excellent time. So. Brooklyn: 1, Manhattan: 2,476. But who’s counting.

Moose is still having a hard time retaining any attachment to the word, “NO!” so I must go attend to that, as he has once again almost pushed the video-phone camera off the downstairs television.

I’m just going to open the downstairs windows and whatever cats can jump up and get out, good riddance. (Please note, Elephant’s rotund shape prevents her from such anti-gravity feats. Moose, however, would likely be gone in a heartbeat.)

..*Eurggggghhhccccoooooffffffffffffeeeeee*…

-MM.