i know, i know, i've whined about this for more than a month. but i just made a calculation: because it takes me 12 seconds to open each stupidly bubble-wrapped plastic pill package, in the next ten years, i will have spent just over one full day opening zyrtec-d pill packages. sure, one day in ten years doesn't sound all that much, but can you imagine how shitty that day will be? i will have cuts from sharp, jagged plastic, repetitive stress injuries, and a whole hell of a lot of whining to do, not to mention i will have dumped a mess of clear plasticky badness into the landfills.
what's more, i'm willing to bet that the meth addicts who are trying to squeeze that sudafed out of my zyrtec-d are willing to do that day. over, and over, and over again.
30 April 2008
yes, i am *still* STILL angry
29 April 2008
he's a beer man
milo made it his life's work (for ten minutes) to get to the top shelf in the closet today, and did it all by himself, except for me following after him picking up all the closet fallout. he shoved his bum waaaay into the corner of the closet while i was trying to photograph him, only turning around after hearing something drop to the floor. but as soon as i put the camera down and walked away, he came down and followed me allover the house trying to get my attention. am i cat-sitting britney spears?
...for those of you who may not know why little milo is a beer man:
28 April 2008
i am surrounded by idiots
i fed my zoohead by venturing to the zoo just about weekly this past month. this boy cheetah and i are developing a connection; i'm sure of it. he likes to venture closer to the edge of the enclosure than the other two... at the moment i took this shot, i believe he was trying to tell me how annoyed he was by the other zoogoers.