I’m off to Chicago for the weekend. Agenda items include:
+ Drag the ‘rents to see Mike Doughty at Taste of Randolph Street
+ Partake of the Custer Street Fair, which I haven’t attended in AGES, but which was the event of the summer when I was wee
+ Eat myself into a coma, preferably at Edwardo’s
+ Visit Leigh Ann (my beloved shoe pimp) at the Bucktown Fluevog store
+ Finally see Indiana Jones, which I assume will suck, but is the only movie all 4 of us are willing to see. Perhaps I’ll be pleasantly surprised!
These among other things. I’ll be back on Monday. Till then, here is a completely style-free post:
I generally abhor babytalk. I do my utmost to speak normal human English to both infants and animals at all times. But I realized the other day that I absolutely CANNOT refrain from making up billions upon billions of nicknames for my two cats. Witness:
This is Rowan
Mrs. Ro (She became a Mrs. when I did.)
Baby Girl Cat
Queen Rowan (Did you know that male cats are toms, female cats are queens? LOVE that.)
And this is Simon
Baby Boy Cat
Bufflehead (Don’t ask me why. Must’ve been a mutation of Muffinhead.)
Mr. Toes and the Tummy-tummy (He’s a polydactyl with 6 toes per paw.)
Professor Monkeypants (He holds a Ph.D. in monkeypants from the world-renowned University of Pants.)
And I swear to you that every one of these gets used at least once a week. There are likely countless other one-timers that I simply can’t recall.
How many nicknames do YOUR pets have? Feel free to list.