The kitties started being a royal pain in my butt at 5:30 am, and I do mean a ROYAL pain. I was trying to sleep, and they were just into everything! For about two hours, after Lin left for work, they just kept getting into the bedroom closet. I would shake the Water Bottle of Doom, and they would run away. Finally I started using the Water Bottle of Doom, and they just casually sauntered away while getting hosed down. So then there were soaking wet cats trying to get into the closet. The Cuteness Factor wasn’t working with me this morning either. They know the things they aren’t supposed to do. I can see it in their eyes when I come around the corner and glare at them. Today, it hasn’t been stopping them from doing any of those things. Just … into … everything.

At one point, after time outs in the bathroom or being locked out of the bedroom wasn’t making them chill out, I finally grabbed the cat carrier, stuffed them both into it, set it on the bed and laid there glaring at them. They lost their little minds, and it took them a good fifteen minutes to calm down. I didn’t let them out until they were sitting calmly. That seemed to work. Locking them in one of the two rooms with doors doesn’t work anymore. They just get into things in that room and tear stuff up. I am so glad they are sleeping now.

I’m sure the neighbors were wondering what was going on over here, because at one point I was actually shouting at them while chasing them around the house and hissing loudly. I finally found a hissing sound they react to, but I have to do it loudly … very LOUDLY. Ugh. It works. They hiss back a bit and then take the submissive position and sit quietly. Yes, I have been expressing MY dominance today.

At least they aren’t completely mental human teenagers. You can’t stuff human teens into a cat carrier when you have had enough of them acting out. Seriously, sometimes I swear they are completely mental. :P

In other news, I forgot we were supposed to go to my mom’s this weekend, and I don’t really feel like going. Oh sure, supposedly it’s to celebrate my birthday, but in reality all I will be doing is working on her printer and computer, and that’s going to be an all-day job. So it’s not really going to be about my birthday, and it certainly isn’t going to be relaxing.

To top it off, all my mom wants to talk about these days is Anna Nicole Smith. I have been purposely avoiding keeping up with any of that. I don’t really care about the lurid events surrounding Anna’s life and death any more than I would want to know all the dirty details of my crazy neighbors’ lives. Let it the hell GO already! Would my mom think it interesting if every aspect of her life and death, or Daddy’s, were playing on a continual loop on Fox News?! Aren’t there better things to get that worked up about going on right now? So on top of spending Sunday working on computer stuff instead of relaxing, I’ll probably hear “Anna this” and “Stern that” all day as well. Oh, the joy.

The weather is yucky this afternoon, and I have a terrible headache, especially after an hour of listening to my mom go on about Anna Nicole. Now I am just grumpy and annoyed with Mom and Lin (he was an idiot earlier). I guess I should go thaw something for dinner tonight and go watch the shows I recorded this morning. Hopefully my mood will improve. All I know is right now I am so peeved with my husband, kittens and my mom, all I want to do is break something. Maybe I should take one of the bottles out of the trash, put it in a few bags, and smash it in the driveway. Hey, we have a Crazy Broom Woman in the neighborhood, and an Annoying Boy. Maybe what we need is Crazy Broken Bottle Woman too.

And now Lin calls to say he is finally taking me to the DMV. Great. I look like hell today. What a great photo that is going to be. I don’t even care. I just want my license renewed so I can go grocery shopping with the truck. Dammit. Some Friday this has turned out to be. More like a Monday really, and we all now how much I hate Mondays. :boom: