Instant karma's going to get you

This is one of those days when I have no particular topic, so I'll just spit up some random facts for you.

• I cut my lip on a potato chip yesterday. This is like a big, bizarre, not so subtle slap in the face from somewhere saying, "Hey, fattie. Get that chip outta yer piehole."
  
  

• Other bewildering injuries have laid me low. I succeeded in smashing my knees and toes in a disastrous child safety gate maneuver. I tried to lower Amos on one side of it so that I could sashay off to brush my teeth. Instead, somehow I became one with the gate, sending it crashing down with me falling forward and Amos falling backward with only a bit of him clutched in my paws. He lightly bonked his head, slightly smushed his foot under the gate, and I ended up with scratches, sores, and a bruised ego. I'm not sure how much cursing a child safety gate can endure, but this one is very ashamed of its label as "Safety 1st."
  
  

• I cursed enough to make Phil realize that we will purchase a new safety gate and the old one will be burned and hung on a fence to warn other safety gates.
  
  

• I am reading a book that is very enjoyable and laugh-out-loud hysterical. It is a collection of "Far Side"-ish cartoons from a writer I've admired for some time on Myspace. (Oh, dreaded Myspace!). The book is called This Is My First Time So Please Be Brutal and Other Cartoons by Vincent Truman. I've been diggin' his wacky Myspace blogs for years. Please buy his book, and then point, stare, and laugh at him. My copy is personally signed. I requested it months ago and never received it, so I had to write to Vincent and threaten to bludgeon him or his publisher with a bat. That's the extent of the kind of fan mail that I write. Heheh.
  
  

• I'm tired of cold weather, Denver. Snow in May is not amusing anymore.

Well, I ended it with talk of weather, so that must mean that the creative well has run dry. Until there is something more ridiculous to say, I send you well wishes for a fabulous weekend.