For the past... what? Week? I have been putting in 12 hour days on a website build for a) a musician client of mine and b) my own site. Well several of my own. I redesigned the Frank Lloyd Wright section on this site one morning when I couldn't get back to sleep. It was looking a little dated.

So I'm sort of burnt out. Although it's 8 am and all I can think of is starting work again to get things up before tomorrow. Oh well. That's neither here nor there.

You know what else is neither here nor there? This bumper sticker I saw the other day: "America: Love It or Saddle Up"

Which I don't quite get. Are those that dislike America supposed to form some sort of Equestrian militia? Because I really don't think that's helping anybody.

Okay, I have a dilemma. Well I have like eight at the moment. But this is the weirdest and least stressful one. So I'm putting this out there. Because I don't know what to do.

Here's the deal:

I woke up this morning and had a new text message on my phone. Didn't recognize the number or even the area code, but I thought it was perhaps a grumpy creditor or something. So I opened it.

To find a picture of male genitalia.

After the initial surprise and bemusement wore off, I thought about it for a minute (not the picture, mind you—that put me off eating for a few hours). I was initially inclined to delete it and chalk it up to a wrong number (it came in at 2 AM). Then I was inclined to mock it. But that would be too easy.

I checked out the number online (who the hell is daft enough to send pictures of their junk from an unblocked number?) and it appears to be an Iowa area code (although it may be a phone residing in Fairmont, MN depending on where you look).

So what to do? I don't feel like it's illegal because I'm over 18. And I don't feel like calling the number (or responding) in case it's some scam I'm not currently aware of. But I do feel like there must be consequences. Either for their stupidity or their douchebaggery. Whichever is more appropriate.

I have the phone number. I have the picture. But I don't have any good ideas. Thoughts, anyone?

So maybe a month or so ago I noticed that Ramona's water was getting really dirty really often. I found myself changing out her water ten times a day. Obviously Ramona was doing something to get her water dirty. Obviously.

But what?

At first I assumed she was smacking her paw into the water and that was causing it. But for some reason that didn't add up. Because I didn't think it accounted for exactly how dirty it was getting.

But Ramona is a cagey little thing, and every time I'd go into the kitchen to see what she was doing she'd already be on her way out, clearly aware that I was trying to sneak up on her.

So I bided my time, changed her water, and formulated a plan.

Which basically was me trying to go all stealth mode—camera phone in hand—and sneak into the kitchen when Ramona was in there. And it took a couple of tries but I totally caught her.

She just sits in the kitchen with her paw in the dish. Just sits there, not a care in the world. With a wet paw. And I mean sits. Comfy as can be.

No wonder my floors have cat prints all over them.

Ah well. She's an odd one. And getting up there in years.

In related news, I've had to pay attention to my car gauge dealies lately because the temp gauge keeps threatening to wander into the red. It does this periodically. And every time I take it in and mention it they don't seem to believe me. Because there is nothing wrong when I take it in.

But that's neither here nor there. Point being, I noticed that my sweet little car was about to reach 70,000 miles.

So I had to document it.

And when I took the picture my temp gauge was in the red, but if you look at the picture, it looks like it's fine. That's how tricky my car is!

Ah, that's a lie.

My lack of creativity and general malaise prevents me from coming up with a decent April Fools Day gag.

Not to mention that I gave it a half-hearted attempt last year and the universe got the bigger laugh when I wound up gravely ill and in the hospital for an extended stay, unable to post that I was merely joking.

Damn you, Universe Irony!

Or maybe that's not irony. Whatever. It wasn't very funny.

So I am at least alive. That's awesome.

So is the irony mark (that image in the upper left corner). I had no idea they came up with a mark for irony a few years ago. I like it.