Kitty Mischief

My cat's favorite way to wake me up is to pounce on my face. So, I try to pull the blanket up over my head, but he always finds the air hole that I leave for myself. So after about ten minutes, he gets kicked out of the room.

Today, before the "kicked out" part, one of his feet (not a claw) found its way INTO my eye.

Ouch. (See Icon.)

ROtK (finally!)

Graduate school and holidays kept me from seeing ROtK until today. I finally put myself in my little car and drove us (me and myself) to the theater. I asked the One With Whom I Live (or "Mom," as I call her) if she wanted to join me, but she had a date with her treadmill.

Yeah, she could've just said no.

Straight off, two miracles: first, no cell phones rang during the entire movie. Second, the first child who got away started to run around the theater with only ten minutes left. I ask you, would you bring a three-year-old to a three and a half hour movie? What would possess someone to say, "hmm, can't get a babysitter... oh, well, it's only three hours that she has to sit still"? Clearly, this person does not spend much time with their three-year-old.

( Now for the part where I make no sense and am perhaps a bit spoiler-y )

So, enjoyed immensely, was a bit tweaked and confused at the end. And will probably make my platonic husband explain the parts I didn't get when he comes to visit in two weeks. Then will freak him out with talk of how slashy the damn thing was. :-)