I haven't said much lately, because I haven't had much to say.
I am such a stereotypical girl. We found a half-grown stray cat this weekend and couldn't resist taking him in. Plus, there was an article on endangered Kamchatka bears in the new National Geographic, and they showed a bloody bear body with skull, flayed by poachers, and I gasped and cried.
I can be butch. Today my wife took the cat to the vet for a checkup. I was relieved that the checkup was half-price. The vet is boarding the cat. He's very sweet and pretty; I'm sure he'll have a home. But L'Ailee cried at the idea that someone may not. I hate to hear my woman cry.
I am so thrilled I got to hear and see Sinead O'Connor in concert, because once again, she cancelled the last leg of the tour. Illness, she says. Don't know whose or what kind of illness. I just hope whoever it is will be okay, and my fellow and sister fans on the West Coast get another opportunity. But nobody loves her for her reliability.
Speaking of Sinead, I like to practice my belly-dancing to her music. (For some reason, her voice makes my hips move. ;-) I now have another dance class--ceili, which is Irish, mostly jigs and reels. My belly-dancing instructor asked me if I would be practicing ceili to Middle Eastern music.
Oh! And y'all know I like stupid labels, right?
On my can of Clorox Lavanda (Lavender, in Spanish) Disinfecting Wipes:
Not for cleaning or sanitizing skin.
Do not use as a diaper wipe or for personal cleansing.
Clorox wipes are bleach-free (and that's another stupidity--wouldn't you think they'd have bleach?), and these smell good, but it's still a little scary to me that this part of the label was actually NEEDED.