Monday, August 25, 2008

Weekends R Awesome

I had quite the exciting weekend. First off my friend Erik and his girlfriend Emily (okay, when I asked her what their exact status was she said: "We're seeing each other. Naked.") visited. It was so much fun, I haven't seen Erik in about a year and a half, since he schlepped my butt all around D.C. so I could get a passport five days before I left for New Zealand. Also, Emily is a girl after my own heart as far as filling bored-time at work with fun and creative activities; she has promised to email me her haiku about...mounties, I think. When I have it I'll post it. She has promised that it also has an illustration.

That was all fun, however, my time with them was not as exciting as when I went to the vet's office to pick up a pack of flea and tick medication. Why? Because this was there:

Ew, I had to stop eating my lunch just looking at that picture. It's a hairless cat. Next time I've had too much to drink and am considering shaving one of my own definitely-not-hairless-cats for fun, I'm going to look at this picture and I'm quite sure I'll reconsider. The cat belongs to my vet and for once it was hanging out in the lobby. It looks like a cross between an armadillo and an old woman and I tried to touch it but perhaps I was making it uncomfortable because it didn't seem to want to be touched.

This weekend I also ran into this guy I used to work with:

Well, this isn't him, but this is one of the many pieces of roll-art he brought to me when we both worked at the inn where he was a cook and I was a slave. I mean, an event coordinator. He is now married and has a gorgeous wife and an even more gorgeous baby girl, about six months old. That was a nice surprise and it reminded me, yet again, that there are other awesome creative people out there trying to find creativity any way they can. Even in yeast and flour.

Now go make something fun and smile while you're doing it. :)

1 comment:

Emily said...

I did not understand how a hairless cat could look like an armadillo. And now I do.

Thanks for making the weekend so much more fun than I thought it would be. I want to move down there. For serious.

The haiku is sent!