Wondering if I'll get this treatment in late October

Kitties being all dramatic when their owners return:

Cat parents - do you get this?

Lately JonJon has NOT been wanting me to leave to go anywhere. He angsts and meows and rubs against me when he even thinks I'm going to head out. I've been giving him calming treats but I need to figure out something else for his separation anxiety. Poor fluffbutt.

Insubordination, ahoy! I keed.

We had a group meeting today to discuss website updates since the whole University is all het up about making stuff look fancy. I'll actually have to do the USDA Capacity website stuff from scratch since we don't even have a web presence at the moment.

Anyhoo, Peggy, made us all pose this week at this stupid giant sign out on the lawn (the version with us is still being processed)


Now she's poking us to get headshots for our respective sites. UGHHHH. I no waaannnaaaaa have a headshot. So this afternoon I was making jokes that I want to do one of those cheesy 80s photoshoots and bring my cats. Then I forwarded her and Bossman this picture saying they can use it on the website


Honestly? I'd find it totally hilarious if they did use that. I mean hey, then people would definitely know what they're getting into when they look me up to get my contact information and see that. Heh heh.

If my brain's not broken, it's definitely a bit dented

So I was driving home from work this afternoon, sitting in a bit of backed up traffic when I grew tired of the same old, same old on the radio. I bumped the scan button until I landed on a classical station which was nice since they were playing a symphony of some sort. Then Hoedown from the Rodeo ballet came on. Oh, you know the song:

But you probably also know in the back of your head that the song is forever associated with "BEEF, IT'S WHAT'S FOR DINNER." If you don't, here's what I'm talking about:

What's even worse for me is that I always end up having a gigglefit because I remember a silly conversation from years ago that veritasema and I had where she asked me what I was having for dinner and it was one of those nights where I wasn't inspired to cook so my answer was "Toast, it's what's for dinner."

I don't know if it's a good thing or not that my brain went off on a tangent about that and I kept chuckling (and hence kept getting weird looks from the cats) because yeah, toast. Just doesn't have the same umph, the same MANLY MAN feel, the same gravitas as gnawing on that roasted hunk of steer. I mean can you imagine, the circle around the fire and non-meat-eating cowboys with their bits of bread on a stick trying to turn it a nice shade of light brown over the campfire without it falling in and burning to a crisp?

Then cowboys and commercials naturally made me think of this and yeah, done for

I can watch that damned thing about a million times and it'll start me into a tear-filled gigglefit EVERY flippin' time.