(Ah you pesky Google, you'll search the hell out of this post, won't you?)

Explain to me how Chris stumbled upon Siah stuck in this position.  She sat like this long enough for him to go get his phone, take a video, and still she sat hanging out with her legs all awkward and whatnot.

Also, she's taken it upon herself to pounce on me whenever I'm not paying close attention to her.

Pain in the arse cat.  I fully expect her eyes to roll back and her lids to come down, like she's a little land shark.

In other, less furry news, the May issue of EXIST is live and living in it's little corner of the universe.  Visit!  Read!  Chortle!  And other verbs as well.

Also, I'm very interested in the responses on the Meter, Meter post.  I haven't had any glaring issues since, but it's interesting (and admittedly disheartening) to hear that other people are running into inconsistencies as well.  I appreciate all the feedback. 

I'm off home to RI for the weekend for some well-deserved relaxation and beach time.  (Yes, Chris, we are going to the beach.  I know.  It will be okay.)  We're also scoping out some reception sites to see if we can find one big enough to hold our ever-growing guest list. 

Have a good one!