Note to Stalin: if you stand *in* your food dish while meowing at me to fill it, I can't feed you.
Sunday afternoon was Bath Day, which (asides from doctor visits, one of which we get next Monday) is Zoe's least favorite day, apparently. I hope she hasn't inherited my hydrophobia (fear of water, not rabies.) Sunday night was Pasta Plus dinner with the whole family, as younger sister and her fiancee have now officially moved back from Phoenix. They do not regret their experiment, which is good, and he already has his old job lined up, which is better.
Monday held a nice expensive Costco trip (but I got both X-Men 1.5 and the Stargate director's cut.) After a couple movies (reviews to follow in another post) and some surprisingly non-stellar food from Beijing, we caught another excellent episode of Samurai Jack ('Three Tales.') I can't get enough of that show.
Oh, and we're considering clubbing this Thursday, since next Thursday is a concert. Anyone else gonna make it?
Fortune Cookie: "A friend is a present you give yourself."