It's Moss's birthday, and my cat has given me the gift of peeing! On my new favorite capris! Which had my headphones in the pocket! Did she miss the pocket perchance? No! Of course she didn't! This is Moss's birthday pee!* It must cover as much of Julia's favorite things as possible! I found this out while I was vacuuming in the bedroom, and I picked up the capris to move them out of the way, and they were wet. And distinctly odorous. Eeeewwwww. They are now in the washer. I have no idea what to do with the headphones, though. Bleh. I guess I can sponge them with vinegar and see if they still work later (if the smell is gone).

In any case, today Moss is 31 years old, which I said makes him a grown up because back in the 60s and 70s the word on the street was not to trust anyone over 30, and which he said makes him, "Thirtysomething, just like all the Baby Boomers!" Except of course now all the Baby Boomers are 50 or 60 something, but oh well. No matter what one associates 31 with, it's still a cause for cat pee celebration.

Here's the big plan:

Moss and I will meet up in downtown Boston by his place of employment this afternoon, and there will perhaps be some pictures of Moss frolicking on the Boston Common, because hey, frolicking! And then we will take the T back to our neighborhood and see Son of Rambow at the local movie theatre. Following that we will go grocery shopping, and then Moss will bake a pie, because hey, pie! Then we'll go hang out with our friend Kelly and a bunch of her friends to celebrate her moving on from her current job. I hear there will be pizza and beer. Very exciting.

Then we will come home and sleep, and when we wake up, it will be tomorrow! Tomorrow is exciting because it is Moss's and my independence day Mad Scientist Club Birthday Picnic! We are going to go to a park (well, if it doesn't rain anyway) with all our friends (well, a few friends at least), and drop Mentos into Diet Coke, and Pop Rocks into regular Coke, and all manner of other candies into other drinks. All very exciting. And we will eat Moss's pie, and other assorted picnic foods. Yay!

Unless it rains. If it rains everyone will come to our house and we will forlornly stare at our stockpile of candies and drinks, imagining explosions that might have been if only. Also, we will probably play Sentence Picture.

And now back to getting stuff done.

*I think it is because I neglected to clean her box yesterday. Normally I do it every day, and she is fussy about it. So it's probably my fault, yeah, but does that make me any less bitter about my headphones? No, I can assure you it does not.