Yeah, I know that violates the spirit of "du jour," so sue me. I'll get to the Bible stuff later. I made my notes last night. I have to do some Very Important Work for Luke (ie, he's PAYING ME, so unless you have some cash, don't look for me for the rest of the morning) before I do any more blogging.
But here's one more thing.
One. It is no longer possible to leave hangers on the doorknob of the basement door in anticipation of doing Thursday laundry any more. Why not?
Laverne (that still sounds odd) would rather play with hangers, or with my razor, or with the pull strings for the blinds, or with the newspapers, or probably my toothbrush, which totally grosses me out, because you guys know how I am about cat licking, than with the very expensive cat toy I bought yesterday at CVS.
Shirley, on the other hand, would rather sit on the bed and contemplate the tragedy of her lonely existence and emit the occasional existential howl. We don't have to worry about anyone breaking in -- any burglars will be frightened away by the unholy noises coming from our house. We do, however, have to worry about scaring the neighbors.