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Oscar

Allow me to introduce the newest, possibly temporary member of our little family, Oscar. Cute right? Procede to next picture.



Apparently, Oscar has prefered the privacy of the back of Marta's closet (where she keeps her boots) to do his business instead of his litterbox. This was poorly thought out of his end because Marta is his only real ally in this house. Marta is in New York this weekend but I made sure she got the picture.

McDonalds drive-thru lady just called me fat.

A lady at the McDonalds drive through basically just called me obese. Ok actually i tried to order a cheeseburger and she said (with attitude mind you) "it's not even 11 o'clock yet" because apparently they don't sell cheeseburgers until then but I know that what she meant was "hey fatass, how's about waiting until at least noon before you start stuffing you big fat dumb head with fastfood. How about instead of ordering cheeseburgers through the drive thru because you're too lazy to walk inside, you use your pre-11am time to go to the gym you fat lard fatty pants McFatFat." I suppose I could be getting defensive and reading into this because I was already feeling guilty for being there so early, but she could have just said "we are only serving our breakfast menu right now, m'am." Gosh.

our little family

Marta and I got a kitten together yesterday because it was the next logical step in our master plan to make ourselves completely unappealing to men so that we can die alone, together, as crazy old maids. Yes, we are aware of the 'cat lady' stigma and we went ahead anyway. The thing that killed me about the whole thing was something the lady giving away the kitten said to us as we left.

Back story:

Both of us being aware of the possibility of never finding acceptable men to reproduce with, and both of us wanting children someday, we've actually discussed- with a good deal of nervous laughter- the idea of adopting children together someday. We don't really mean it, and generally we talk this way when things are get particularly discouraging/lonely in the romantic department. I think we just like to keep this idea on our mental table to keep us from getting too disheartened. It's not ultimately that cheering though, and so when we get to the part of the conversation where I blurt out, "Tommy's got two mommies!" we both usually burst into tears. It should come as no surprise that this sort of talk has gotten us stern talking-tos and unsolicited dating advice from our mothers.

So last night, we drove to this cat lady's house to get a kitten because a friend of a friend got one from her a few weeks ago, and Marta hasn't stopped talking about it since. I should add that connecting with this woman was no small ordeal: Marta had to keep stopping by the Tedeschi's where she works and asking for "the woman with the kittens." Anyway. We show up at this woman's house last night for a kitten and even as we are turning in the driveway, we know we have the right place because between the mailbox and the doorstep we see three cats. Story short, we go in and pick out a little brown and gray tiger male kitten whom Cat Lady and her husband (because she had one, and he seemed to like felines too) affectionately called "bright eyes." We decide to take him, Mr and Mrs Cat Lady tear up about losing him and then- oh AND THEN!- Mrs. Cat Lady strokes our kitten's head and says to him: "...these are going to be your new mommies, Bright Eyes."

!!! Marta and I look at each other and she shoots me a look of "don't you dare' because she knows I want to say something that would embarrass her like "Well, we're not TOGETHER" or "Oh no, it's starting" or "Tommy's got TWO mommies!"

I behave myself and save my weeping and awkward jokes for the way home.

So we, yes WE, have a kitten. He is currently nameless but we have some ideas. The list so far is "Woody Allen, Fielding Mellish (you have to be a real Woody Allen fan to know that one), Miles, Wilbur, Marvin, and Waldo. Anna has suggested Spaceship. We're open to other ideas.