cat dung, fake dragons and beer: a week in review

in an effort to catch up on my blogging, here is a clif's notes version of my last several days...

1. my neighbor's cat poops in my pepper plants. thankfully, my neighbor seems to notice and comes to clean out the peppers. even more thankfully, i just learned last night that the cat belongs to someone else, because the distraught owner was standing outside wondering if my neighbors were home because she really wants the cat back. despite what happened last time i let a stranger into the building (see the story about the chatty wet goth), i reeeeally wanted to let her in so her cat could stop pooping in my plants.

2. mb is especially dismayed that even though my plants are getting pooped on, his plants are still suckier than my plants. he did some kind of pruning job on his hanging plant that leaves about five leaves drooping over the side of the pot. maybe if we leave it on the ground for the cat to go to work on it, it will survive?

3. my musical-producer-wannabe neighbors have been back regularly. seriously. how can college boys singing in british accents in a back courtyard take themselves this seriously? how can i find out what they're doing? i already tried showing up at intermission with a gin and tonic wandering around their "stage" smirking. taking suggestions.

4. 4th-of-july bachelorette party antics in minneapolis: great weekend spent with my brother's fiance (known hereafter as butterknife for her amazing ability to need stitches when using said dull object), saw their new house, bridal shower went well. let me just say that no bachelorette is as noticeable in a bar as the one who shows up with a veil decorated with white lights that run off a battery pack that sits on the back of her neck. three cheers to our friend who designed that one. :)

5. my love of vicarious living is continually aided by my blogmate's new boy, who works in stage design and seems to have opinions on weighty subjects like where to purchase the best theater dragon and how to apply latex face masks. ooohh... maybe he could come critique my theatrical neighbors? or bring them a dragon?

...last week butterknife told me that from my stories, it seems like i don't actually work. point taken. but who wants to hear about paperwork? if i had a job where i bought dragons, i might tell those.