Today was a blur of blogging and painting and reading and blogging…really not much to show at all. We never even made it to the Y, which is usually my only claim to productivity. Sad. Thank God I don’t “Twitter” because then my uselessness would be even more profound. That’s why I got such a laugh out of Leonard Pittman’s piece in the paper today about Twittering. Can we all just get over ourselves now, for once and for all, especially twittering Congressman who are tweeting while the country burns? Instead of the slogan “Uncle Sam Needs You,” perhaps Pres. Obama should proclaim a new national slogan “Get a life! Tweets are for twits.” It can’t hurt.
I had to post this pix of Grady with his manicure. He’s a sweet kitty with bad habits. He absolutely refuses to use scratching posts. We’ve tried numerous ones hoping we’ll find something that will meet with his satisfaction. So far, the only thing he really likes is our bed. He’s shredded it to pieces! Since I refuse to engage in the cruelty of having him declawed–they actually amputate the claw and end bones of each toe–I’m now manicuring him with Soft Paws. So far, they seem to be working and he doesn’t have a problem with them at all. And he looks kind of cute.