I was wrong! Again.
We’re not crashing. The cat just overheated the modem and it froze.
Apparently, no matter how cute and comfortable and sweet the cat looks curled all up in a tiny furry ball on the warm modem, I can’t let her sleep there.
Luckily for Master, I only needed to be told this once , twice, three times. I are teh obedient slave. *beams*
Actually, here’s a sure-fire way to tell when kink is exiting stage left:
When you read a forum where someone asks “How do you make stocks?” and you start typing “Boil the chicken carcass with some onions, celery and–” before you notice that other people are writing plans involving wooden beams and neck/wrist hole measurements?
Youuuuu might be vanilla.
Tis a sad day, my friends. A sad, sad day.
;-)
~cunt
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Wednesday March 11th, 2009 6:00am
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you are one funny lady! ;)
You might be vanilla, or you might be a domestic goddess. ;-) Look on the brighter side.
funny girl you are….
But! No kink is still way better than stupid kink.
(I know that was a lame lead-in, but I had to share that story. Because OH MY GOD.)
Bwa-ha-ha! You know, you could go on the road doing BDSM humor at various S&M events for cash and grins. We could team up! :D Foxworthy might sue, though. But it would be fun while it lasted!
Oh, as for the modem crash, at least you didn’t power up this morning and then spend several minutes trying to figure out why you couldn’t connect to the intraweebs only to finally remember that you had unplugged the various equipment from the wall last night when you shut down, after watching some woman on Oprah say she saved hundreds of dollars on her power bill by unplugging stuff from the wall.
I don’t know WHO might do something dumb like that. Really, I just don’t know.
And from Chloe’s link: The saw cut through the plastic toy
Ya THINK? *face-palm*
Ha! I know! I was pretty much speechless after reading that article. I just gestured vaguely to my empty living room and muttered things like “Left it on…. Left the saw blade ON…”
I saw that!! Oh my God. That poor girl.
I mean, I’m all for thinking that stupid should hurt but… fuck me. A saw in the hooha?
I may never uncross my legs again.
And, all that talk Master’s been doing of making fuck machines out of his power tools? Nope. SAFEWORD!! ;)
Note to self…It’s the POWER we want, not the TOOL. If this had happened to me I would have to move, or possibly enter the Witness Relocation Program…
lol Amber. I do shit like that all the time.
But it’s way funnier when someone else does it. *snicker*
*laughs* um maybe you were just hungry?? well it IS a possibility, lol. oh and i am glad it didn’t crash and that you are still here. *S*
on anoher note, if you are still answering questions…you had mentioned that you had once had your nipples pierced i think…when and why did you change your mind and take them out?
I lol’d! Also, a good way to keep her off is to put a small amount of apple cider vinegar on it. Not enough to pool, but just a swabbing will do~!
Works for keeping animals off of pretty much everything (INCLUDING PLANTS).
Since putting ACV in a small cap once near my plants, the cat is not particularly eager to eat them. I don’t know how long it’ll last after the smell is gone, but the smell WILL be pretty strong for a while….
Ick. Saw blades there?! I think not. I really, really think not. What IS the average iq of these idiots? Consensuality, my arse. *huffs*
White vinegar works like applecider vinegar, btw. Have I mentioned our kitten LOVED to chew on the antenna of our router? Oh yes. I was ripping my hair out, till I started giving him raw chicken hearts, wings (unmarinated!) and larger meat pieces. The chewing stopped when his gums quit itching after tooth-swapping and the jaw muscles got their exercise from the meat.
Watching a five month old kitten crack and eat the bones of a *raw* chicken wing is actually quite frightning. Make sure there’s plenty of newspaper around, it gets messy. Apparently, food needs to come out of the bowl, onto the floor and then be dragged around, in order to be edible. Heh. Who knew?
Doors help. That way it doesn’t go under the couch for a mid-night snack, that’s then forgotten, and found by a dog a week later, which causes the couch to move and the odd smell in the living room that you’ve been suspecting were your Master’s feet, to disappear, only to reappear in a lovely dog-barf on the middle of your new pretty carpet. That party-trick is of course repeated as soon as you’ve cleaned it, only this time by all the cats, who then turn up to have worms crawling around in the puke, and you get to clean THAT up, and have the joy to feed said kittens some anti-worm pills, while figuring out which dog it was that barfed and if it’s going to barf on your bed or the bathroom carpet next.
Oh, the joy of animals. Of course, four minutes after the drama, the kitten is on top of the router, looking so adorably cute you just can’t help but to forgive the little bugger.
This blog is like drugs LOL (instead of saying that I’m addicted…
)
Kaya, I read your updating every day before there appears any comment ;-) Time zone adventage
But it’s too much work to leave paragraphs here by cell phone key. So I will just keep being the invisible (and many times the 1st) reader.
Actually I am still afraid of any contact with cats (my Master uses it as an efective punishment tool)… but I would enjoy seeing your cats sleeping sweet upon the modem (I mean, just SEE, not any physical touch HAHAHAHH….
uhuh, few years ago I had a similiar expirience. I also thought my internet was breaking down. And I got really frustated. But then I found out that my lovely cat chewed at the modem cable…. :)
You have made my day. I was having a horrible day yesterday and your “apparently” and “luckily for master…*beams*” have made me seriously laugh. Thank you for the having the type of humor that gets to me. Totally will keep me coming back. Thanks!
Long term M/s. It’s grand. ;-)
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Yeah, ain’t it grand
This post is just one of the many reasons I love you!
Lol….I think I’m very much a vanilla. When I read stocks I was like, “Like…money?”
kaya, ya know, if i ever wanted to choose just one blog post to explain you, that is you the person, not the sex slave stuff, not your children, not your Master, just *you*, this blog post would be it.
classic, pure kaya.
its perfect!!! keep writing them!
keth
xx
Ha ha, this made me think of you.
oh RATS. someone got there before me. I *SO* saw that and burst out laughing. Is that cat yours, kaya?