Oh, miss kitty

Today I must find a way to get miss kitty in her cat carrier and then take her to the vet for her appointment. I'm not sure who dreads the visits more, but I suspect the answer is me.

To not dwell on ick thoughts, we move along to the things I acquired for cheap at the mall yesterday: Kirsten's Craft book at the Books for Less place, a magazine file from Target, a HP calendar for Mums that was originally mine until I found out Calendar Club was still open. Then I found a Gossip Girl calendar and a Buffy calendar. :D Upon seeing the Buffy one, Thomas was all, "Scooby!" Oh, SMG, the munchkin recognizes you, even without your Daphne gear. He also recognizes DB from Mums and Dad watching copious amounts of Bones on TNT.

I laughed until it hurt when he flipped the calendar over and looked at the pictures only to say, "So she just sits around all day?"

Until.
It.
HURT.

Because I'm wondering the time frame one should go by when introducing the munchkin to the wonder that is Buffy. Not now since he's still in prime nightmare giving time, but when?

*muses*

Totally random

Miss Kitty has been to the vet and returned. Lots of shots (time for her rabies and other fun ones as well) and a smaller price tag than I feared. I like to round up when I fear money things. Sometimes this means you are pleasantly surprised.

Realization: I cannot fully respect someone who does not acknowledge that movie!Storm is not right. You may love her regardless of her wrongness in terms of character (comic!Storm is PISSED still) but you must, must, must realize that movie!Storm is not really Storm.

Truthfully I suspect that I still cannot respect people I do not already know and love if they admit to loving movie Storm, but I'll try to overcome. I promise.

So. Food and grocery store.

Kitty tried to slit my throat. Is love?