Waving from the raft in the sea of ick

I am at home now, working. SHOCKING, i know. But I'm taking a break to tell you about a strange phone call I received tonight. A call that I didn't answer but upon reflection, kind of wish I had... I have one of those talking caller ID telephones; it's not nearly as cool as I thought it would be, in fact it's very hard to understand the robotic voice announce loudly who is calling, phonetically to a T (you should hear it butcher my parents' name). The robotic voice has even freaked out certain houseguests, as I suppose when the phone rings most phones don't shout out who's there. ANYWAY, Tonight the phone rang and the phone said "Te-Xas". I thought I heard incorrectly, but it said it again "Te-Xas." Huh. I looked at the caller ID and sure enough, Texas had called me. From a San Antonio area code. Texas. Called. Me. I was so curious that I typed the phone number into Google, but nothing came up. So I'm guessing some telemarketer thought they got smart by using "Texas" instead of "Solicitor" or something? Either that or I'm really in trouble for not getting my car inspection renews back in March...

I am sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of my coffee table typing (badly) on my laptop, ass sound asleep and brain not far behind. Jess is balanced on his back fat over there on the floor, lazily flipping his tail and looking at me upside down, arms and legs splayed out in complete trust and relaxation. Oh, to be a cat. Oh, to be my cat. Piper is, of course, in the tree. Photos of my jungle kitty coming soon.