It's after 2:30 am. I have to be at work at 10, so i just might get 6 hours of sleep if i go to bed RIGHT NOW but i'm watching Margaret Cho doing stand up on LOGO, and it's wonderful.
But that's not why i'm writing this. I'm writing because i just went upstairs to check on my other computer (which is mostly functional, but has a few issues) and its foibles. I shut it off and made sure that neither of our two cats were in the room because i didn't want them to be trapped without litter and possibly pee all over my graphic novels which are currently on the floor because the shelf that they would be on has been converted to cages which used to be crates for the kitties, but are now covering over some of the cords in my room so that they don't chew on them. They're probably over that, now, and they follow instruction pretty well ("no" and a spray bottle work WONDERS!). Anyway, i went up to check on all that, and see where the kitties were.
They were in the bedroom, curled up on the bed with my lovely wife.
I really wish i could have taken a picture of this because it was INCREDIBLY cute, for one, but also because it probably would be the best way to illustrate what i love most in my life right now (until we have kids). Her, and my cats. If anything happened to them, i swear i would fucking lose it. But anyway, let's stay positive. What i saw in that room, on that bed was the picture of love. Only thing that would have made it better would be if i was curled up along with them, but of course then i wouldn't have been able to see it, unless i was having an out of body experience or something.
Anyway i just thought i'd pass that on. Felt mushy and felt like sharing.
I love my family.
But that's not why i'm writing this. I'm writing because i just went upstairs to check on my other computer (which is mostly functional, but has a few issues) and its foibles. I shut it off and made sure that neither of our two cats were in the room because i didn't want them to be trapped without litter and possibly pee all over my graphic novels which are currently on the floor because the shelf that they would be on has been converted to cages which used to be crates for the kitties, but are now covering over some of the cords in my room so that they don't chew on them. They're probably over that, now, and they follow instruction pretty well ("no" and a spray bottle work WONDERS!). Anyway, i went up to check on all that, and see where the kitties were.
They were in the bedroom, curled up on the bed with my lovely wife.
I really wish i could have taken a picture of this because it was INCREDIBLY cute, for one, but also because it probably would be the best way to illustrate what i love most in my life right now (until we have kids). Her, and my cats. If anything happened to them, i swear i would fucking lose it. But anyway, let's stay positive. What i saw in that room, on that bed was the picture of love. Only thing that would have made it better would be if i was curled up along with them, but of course then i wouldn't have been able to see it, unless i was having an out of body experience or something.
Anyway i just thought i'd pass that on. Felt mushy and felt like sharing.
I love my family.
and that's without sarcasm