points of business before actual bloggerie:
1. gwen stefani is pregnant. i know she is excited, as she has been singing about it for the last 3 albums. i am excited because she might actually go inside for a while and put some clothes on. i have what could amount to a whole post to say about her, but really, it's mostly big words and psychological crap. and who needs that?
2. if you have not yet submitted a gname for the gnome, or if you have further brilliance (or stupidity) to share, please either scroll down or go here and do so.
and now... destiny brought us together
boon is my soulmate.
i know this now.
i know this with every fiber of my being, but mostly with the hand that holds the pooper scooper. the empty pooper scooper. i have found a few cakes of pee in the clumping litter, but as of yet, there has been no el poopo.
it's probably because he hasn't eaten since friday morning (i'm not worried. nope. not worried. not at all. i'm just anxious and jittery from all the cocaine! ha!), but i still consider it a miracle. i mean, how often do you find a companion whose faerie system is so compatable with your own? it's hard work what they do, and this just makes it easier. i try to do whatever i can to make the lives of others better, like using a turn signal, washing my hands regularly, holding doors, baking healthful and delicious treats, and if need be, not pooping for days on end.
of course, sometimes the faeries need an excuse to stick around for a while (right now they are holed up in my apartment waiting for big after christmas sales). that's when i really put in effort, sometimes requiring their presence up to even or eight times a day. they bring gatorade and pedialyte pops on those days because, as you know, faeries are way considerate.
come to think of it, pickles really doesn't eat much either. i'm concerned that maybe there's some sort of pro-ana pet site they have access too.