May I Be Snarky?

It's my blog and I'll be snarky if I want to!

Anyway...

Much more is going on in my life than just packing, but packing is ALL I can think about.

I was wrapping up a vase while THGGM laid in repose upon the couch.

This is a lovely creamy color McCoy vase that had been his grandmother's. It has a small chip in the base, but if I keep it turned just right it never shows.

As I wrapped it in my own 'try to have the least amount of contact with the newsprint ink' way THGGM rose from his perch, took the news paper and vase away from me, and proceeded to show me in an advice giving way that my wrapping abilities are inferior.

Ah hem. This is AT LEAST the umpteenth creamy color vase I have wrapped so far. It's not like they will be shipped to Outer Mongolia or anything.

Happily, I can report that the vase still only has a small chip.

Oh, and just because I don't have enough on my mind, my cat is having 'issues'. He just is not acting like himself. Daughter thinks he is upset by all of the confusion around here (he hates to move) and loud fireworks in the neighborhood isn't helping.

My diagnosis is old age. Everyone gets it, eventually.

Yesterday we bought him new litter pans, as the old litter pan is a litter pan set in a child's wading pool (our other cat, Maggie, was NOT a neat pooper). Anyway...THGGM set the new pans down and proceded to 'show' Barb his new litter boxes. He promptly peed in one (barb, not thggm) and laid down in the other one. Barb spent the rest of the day sleeping in the new litter box.

I don't understand this at all.