Concrete jungle where dreams are made of.

It has been a year to the day since I traveled cross country to New York, New York.

Which brings me to this travesty: The DKNY wall, the unofficial entrance to Soho, sold to Hollister.


Gross.

Anyway. Saint Patrick's day in New York was spectacular. People wearing kilts!

Which I always thought was actually more of a Scottish thing than an Irish thing. Regardless, any day where I see kilt-wearing fiends roaming is a good day.

And I appreciated the enthusiasm, as St. Patrick's day is my favorite of holidays. What's not to love about Saint Patrick chasing all the snakes out of Ireland?

Besides the part where I like snakes now, as we saw from my last posting.

Although, I did read this really creepy thing about a pet python in the Reader's Digest. And I quote, "Our stupid snake got out in the middle of the night and strangled the baby".

So sad...and disturbing. So I was right to stick with cats.

And even though some people find loving cats and having a cat blanket creepy (ahem), at least my pretty kitty never hurt a baby. Unless, of course, you count Kimberlyn. And that was more amazing than scary.

I mean, Moose hasn't got any front claws, so how he managed to scratch her face is still somewhat of a mystery. As far as I can figure she must have been holding him upside down.

So his reaction is rather understandable.

Anyway. Have a good St. Patrick's Day, snake and cat lovers or haters alike.

Sleep tight little man-cub, rest in peace.

This week I had a momentary moment of madness.

I imagined that I would like to have a pet snake.

I would wear him around my neck like a scarf. I would snuggle him at night. He would fetch things for me. He would interpretive dance with me. He would be incredibly clever. I would call him King Vipera.

We would be two peas in a pod. Sharing an uncommon animal-person bond. We would have the best fun, King Vipera and I.

I had all of these imaginations while watching "The Princess and the Frog". Mama Odie and her darling serpent seemed to be having an absolutely smashing time.

Then it occurred to me that my forays with a snake might turn out somewhat differently, perhaps snakes in real life are not as hilarious as snakes in Disney movies. Also I remembered that I am somewhat frightened of snakes. And we all remember how close Mowgli came to resting in peace while resting amongst Kaa's coils.

Speaking of Mowgli, I drew a stunning likeness of him a couple weeks ago.

Everyone pretended that they had no idea that it was him, but I knew that they knew and that they were just pretending that they didn't know because they were painfully jealous of my artful skills.

Anyway. I decided that I should probably just get a cat.

My life is a black abyss.

I need to be entertained.

In other news I have recently discovered that Melissa has a Lord of the Rings box. That she decoupaged herself. As in she cut out Lord of the Rings pictures and glued them to a box. Even better? The box contains more Lord of the Rings pictures. A only Lord of the Rings pictures. Our family is sort of awesome like that. I mean, I laughed for hours about it, but I was never surprised.

Melissa has been rather amusing as of late. More so than usual, anyway.

A couple nights ago I mentioned to her that I was going to shower before going to bed, so as to be clean for work in the morning. She then offhandedly uttered the most ridiculous thing that has ever been uttered:

"I'm going to get up at six tomorrow and shower."

My laughter was immediate. Hysterical, wheezing laughter. Nearly silent, because that is what I do when I find something particularly hilarious. Along with ceasing to breathe.

This small statement contradicted her entire being.

Sadly, when I related the hilarity of it all to my parentals they found themselves somewhat less amused. Puzzled, even.

Also, when I heard the shower go on the next morning I checked the time. 6:42.