The Blanton Museum is awesome. Sitting in a beanbag, eating Fruit Loops and drinking orange juice while watching old cartoons in the Blanton at a pre-dawn hour is even more awesome. Sneaking out of the house and getting home before your husband even knows you were gone? Priceless. Forgetting your camera at home? Stupid.

I didn’t stay as long as I would have liked to. Between the migraine and hormonal hideousness, I wasn’t in much of a mood to wander around for too long. It’s a huge place, and it’s not like it’s going anywhere. Since it’s free admission on Thursdays, I can go back as often as I like to take it all in. I had a blast and met a few interesting people. It’s a very nice collection of art. I can’t say I was all that taken with some of the current traveling exhibits, but you can’t please everyone all the time.

Other than that little adventure, the rest of the weekend was pretty slow and boring. I did catch the White House Press Association Dinner on C-Span, which was hosted by Stephen Colbert of The Colbert Report. If you didn’t catch it yourself, try to find it on line to download. Bush’s “comedy routine” was hilariously stupid, and Colbert slammed the press and the president in a somewhat funny and brave way. The rest of the weekend was spent feeling pretty lousy, taking naps, and fiddling around with graphics programs … mindless activities all.

Lin discovered the perfect way to get me up and moving quickly in the morning, no matter how tired and cranky I may be. First you have to have a single Dublin Dr Pepper in the fridge. Make sure I am under the impression that it is mine to drink when I so choose. When you want me to wake up, all you have to do is go into the kitchen and open it. Time from the hiss of released soda gases to me standing in the kitchen? About 20 seconds … though the shrieking started at the very first sound of “sssss” with “Don’t you DARE drink my Dr Pepper!”

Another important note about life with Orb: If I am laying in bed with you, and we are supposed to be sleeping, but I am giggling my head off … just ignore me as best you can. No matter what you say, it will seem funny to me, and I will only laugh harder and louder. If you ignore me, it’ll only take me about ten minutes to giggle myself out and fall asleep with a grin on my face. Don’t ask what is so funny either. The answer will either be a) something completely stupid that no one else on the planet would think was funny or b) nothing at all. I just get a bad case of the giggles from time to time. I can’t help it.

Want to know what set me off Sunday morning? Sure you do! It’s completely stupid, I assure you, but just thinking about it is making me giggle again. I was laying there in bed thinking about something the cat did the night before. He walked into the living room, and right there in front of both of us squatted down to take a poop on the very pricey wool rug we have in there. I’d been watching the cat for a while that night, because he seemed to be overly interested in the rug, and I just KNEW he was up to no good. At any rate, as soon as he squatted, I jumped up and screamed “What the hell are you doing!?” Apparently, this scared the poop right out of the poor cat. So yeah, I was laughing about scaring the poop out of my cat. What’s worse is in the middle of having a giggle fit remembering that, I heard an unauthorized cat noise from the living room and jumped up to investigate … and there he was trying to soil my rug again. By the time I got back to bed, I was having a double giggle fit. Poor Lin.

I’d say poor cat, but I am not feeling much sympathy for the cat these last few days. His recent decision to select the wool rug as an outhouse has nothing to do with the cleanliness of his litter box (it’s been thoroughly scrubbed down) or his upset tummy problems (which seem to be under control again somewhat). No, he appears to be doing it for some strange psycho cat reason no one can fathom. I think he’s peeved because I haven’t been giving him his favorite food anymore and he’s stuck having to eat the healthy stuff. Yeah well, sorry. He’s never again getting Purina Vitality Formula. I know he loves it, but it does NOT love him. We are not going to have a repeat of The Horrible Cat Poo Incident.

Speaking of the cat, I better go feed him. I think I have figured out the reason he doesn’t like the dry food with New Zealand venison. It’s harder than his favorite food. This morning I am going to try mixing it with some kitty milk to make it softer and see whether he’ll like it that way. We have a huge bag of it, it was very expensive, and it totally seems to solve his puking and pooping problems, so one way or another, I am going to have to find a way to get him to enjoy eating it. Why do cats have to be so damn picky about their food? Hell, the new dry food smells so good, even I am thinking of tasting it!