Yesterday afternoon I’d taken Girl and a couple of her friends shopping since her birthday money and gift certificates were burning a hole in her pocket. We’re driving home and Rock the Casbah comes on the radio. Girl and I are singing along when her friend Allie pipes up from the back seat. “Are they saying rock the catbox?”

It was hysterical. And because Girl and I are two peas in a pod we did have to sing the rest of the song “rock the catbox.”

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Hey, I’m over rambling on at the Soapbox Queens today. To please or not to please…that’s the burning question today…okay, maybe not burning but it’s being tossed around. C’mon over.

Mistake #1: Bumbling downstairs at 11:15 to say goodnight to the DH (should’ve shouted it from the top step like I usually do.).

Mistake #2: Plopping down on the couch between two dogs and getting sucked into numerous Tivo’ed episodes of COPS.

Mistake #3: Indulging in Mistake #2 until 12:45 a.m.

Mistake #4: Squinting at the clock at 5:30 a.m. and thinking, “It’d be better if I slept for just one more hour.”

Next glance at clock. 7:30.

Dogs! Cat! Girl! Blog! Breakfast! School! Work!

How’s your morning been?

It’s raining (HALLELUJAH). The two greyhounds go out into the fenced yard to do their business because that’s what a dog does — rain or not. The Chihuahua? She stands beneath the overhang looking like, “Hey, didn’t you notice it’s raining? Let me back in. I can find a nice spot inside the dry house to do my business.” Honest. She just stands there. She’d stand there all day. So…I go out in the rain with her. It’s not enough that I stand on the lower deck. I’ve got to traipse out in the yard with her. Finally, she goes…then she dashes back up to the back door and looks at me like, “Hel-lo, fool! It’s raining out there. Let’s go in.”

Where’d we go wrong with this little dog?

Okay, so it wasn’t exactly the Date from Hell, but it wasn’t good. Bop over to Soapbox Queens to read about my date gone bad.

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I’ve got to have a talk with my Muse. First of all, she goes serious AWOL on me. I mean, I’m showing up at the computer every day, but she doesn’t bother. Where is she and what is she doing? I’ve got no clue, I just know she isn’t hanging around here.

Yesterday, she just pops in. Bam. No explanation. No fanfare. She just shows up and plops down. Don’t get me wrong, I am to see her but it really works better when she doesn’t wait until 10:30 p.m. to arrive. I’m not a night person. My brain is fried by then but when she comes, hey, I have to sit up and pay attention. And I’ve learned the hard way that when she’s hanging around, stopping in the middle of a scene is a mistake. So, there we were typing away until nearly midnight.

That Muse is a real P.I.T.A. (pain in the ass for the uninitiated). Okay, forget the talk. I’m just darn grateful she showed up. Now, if she’ll just stay awhile….