Alice in ... Paris

Okay, so I know I've missed a lot, but it wasn't good stuff, so it's not important anyways.
Tonight Mom is helping me finish sewing my costume, because I leave for Paris in the morning!
A week in Paris! I'm going to visit my little sister who's studying there this Fall. And I'm spending my favorite holiday there!
Halloween... the one time of the year where you are EXPECTED to dress crazy, and then told to go out and take candy from strangers. Gotta love it.
So I'm being Alice in Wonderland, and when I told my little sister that, she informed me she was planning to be the Queen of Hearts. How perfect is that?! I tried to dye my hair blond for it, but my hair apparently refused. So basically what the dye did was take all the brown out of my hair, and leave all the red that I didn't even realize was there in the first place. Whatever. Alice will just be a little off color.
Post and pictures when I return, wish me luck!

Rizzo's Jail Stint

Rizzo got in a fight recently, and had his face all chewed up. It abscessed, swelled, the hair started falling away, and that's when we could finally see how much damage had been done (he's a long hair cat. Unless he's dripping blood, all you can really see is fluff, and he hadn't been showing any sign of pain, even snuggling his face into my hand).
I took him to the vet, and they kept him overnight to clean him up. Well, actually now they've kept him two nights. I know he's fine now (abscesses are a messy business) but I still don't feel right when he's not home with me. Also Rizzo hasn't gotten more than a scratch in a fight in several years now. He's a big kitty (more than 15lbs, none of it fat) and he's been neutered, so other cats don't generally start fights with him. Apparently now there's a dog (or coyote, we know we have those around) that I have to worry about.
On the other hand, if he HAS to get in fights, at least he's winning.
Hopefully tomorrow I'll get to bring Rizzo home.

Life Sucks. Here's a Sandwich.

...I think it would taste bitter and delicious all at once.

Sandwich Fair! Other than of course the Highland Games and Halloween, this is the highlight of my year. No, not a fair centered on sandwiches, but a little country fair in a town called Sandwich (which is awesome, and I almost want to live there just so I can say I live in a sandwich).
Of course James went with me, as he has every year since highschool. I suppose that wouldn't be all that surprising of a tradition-- fairs and friends, makes sense, right?-- except that the fair, for him, is a form of torture. Why, you ask? Because I like rides, the spin-y-er the better, and James likes his stomach to stay where it is. He KNOWS that every time he goes to the fair I am going to make him go on those rides, and yet he still goes every year. The past few years, he's brought his girlfriend Vicki along so that SHE can go on the rides with me, but this year she bailed.
Her loss, because we went on a helicopter! Helicopters don't really fly, they're just so ugly the earth repels them. They ARE, however, amazing. James let me sit in the front with the pilot (headphones and everything! The pilot was very amusing.) so I got the most incredible view, with glass all around me and even right up to my feet.

Kate-- I think you should take Mom to the fair.

They also had a new ride this year! Like my favorite one (the one James refuses to go on ever again, he says) only it drops you, AND you twist around upside-down. James refused to go on, so obviously the entire time waiting in line, and then once he was strapped in, he was informing me that he hated me. It's a lie; he totally loves me, ESPECIALLY since I force him to prove he's tougher than he thinks he is. If I didn't torture him with fair rides, the fair wouldn't be as much fun.


Oh, and because I'm lovely, the night before, I gave him a little bottle of Ouzo and another of Absinthe, and made him shoot both, no chaser. Yeah, I'm a total sweetheart.

End of the day, we hit up the bee stand (another tradition), and then James's mom, whom I adore, made us dinner, and his two labs (Seamus and Sully) sat on me and tried to lick my eyeballs.

And now, for your moment of Zen: