my cat who is a dog

i don't really feel like talking about the little shits who came into my house and took the little bits that they took (only things they could fit in a backpack that they also took. but that includes things like cameras and laptops, etc).
thankfully we have renters insurance.
anyway. none of that. that sucked. they suck.
tomorrow morning we're off for the land of sun and sun showers and volcanos and waterfalls and mangos.
today we're packing and going to the store to buy a new camera and REI for some last minute tevas for the boy and zip off pants for me.
tonight A will come over to get the rundown for godzilla sitting. and we will eat on the patio and play board games and take a hottub and then get up at 6am tomorrow. sucky but then we'll be on maui and it will be delightful and warm and humid. mmm humid. i'm a weirdo who loves humid.
last night i meant to start packing but i came home and i laid down and suddenly it was 9. i got up and ate and watched pretty woman on tv, took a hottub and went straight back to bed.
nothing at all accomplished.
normally i'd take a laptop to hawaii, but the little fuckers removed that possibility.
the worst part is that when monk got back from dropping me at BARt, and walked in the house and saw that things were moved around. he then heard the back door slam. THEY WERE STILL IN THE HOUSE WHILE HE WAS. GRR.
anyway. hawaii!
i sure will miss my kitty though. he's currently gnawing on a piece of cardboard, because he thinks he's a dog.
he also chases tennis balls and pants while he runs around the yard.

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