This is me not blogging.

I said I wasn't going to get caught up in this trap.

I lie a lot, too.

So anyway, the BED. Ahhh, the bed ... Remember how I said RatBag was going to need a trampoline or a stepladder to get her not-lithe self onto the new, 6-inches-higher mattress? Well, she didn't join DammitKitty and me when we hit the sack at about midnight, but when I awoke at my usual 3:30 a.m., by gum if the FatCat didn't jump, flat-footed, from the floor to the top of the bed all on her lonesome! She was mighty proud of herself, and I bragged on her so much that she started singing a BIG song, along with lots of kisses for Mommy, as well -- without which Mommy could have done quite nicely, thank you. But whaddya gonna do?!

But the BED. Ahhh. I haven't slept that well since ... I can't remember when, literally. I woke up this morning [again -- when the alarm went off] and actually fell out of bed, since I'd forgotten in the meantime that I was farther off the floor than I'd previously been. No damage done, thank goodness. Hope I remember tomorrow ... And I have a set of sheets that fits, too! On the old bed, they always ended up bunched up under me, causing bumwrinkles and irritation [mostly mental], and forcing me to remake the bed most nights before I could get in. (I hate getting into a rumpled bed. These days it doesn't have to be made -- it just can't be all rumpledy and screwed up.) But this mattress actually FITS the sheets -- or vice versa -- so I don't have that problem anymore! However, the rest of my vast linen collection may have to be discarded for other, newer, deeper-hemmed linens. (DARN.)

As for the rest of my life: DESPITE the fact that, even before I took this job, I told The Boss/Friend/Father of My Godchild that I was NOT going to do any programming because (a) I was afraid; (b) I didn't know how; (c) I didn't want to learn; and (d) I wasn't GOING to learn, because I had plenty of other skills he needed -- and he assured me that I wouldn't have to "because there are plenty of people here who can already do that, and we'll have MORE than enough work to keep you busy" -- DESPITE that, I am being forced to attend weekly "classes," taught by one of the programmers [who is a sweet kid, but who is NOT a teacher], in HTML. Now, I grant you, the classes are only at most 30 mins. long, but they ALWAYS come at the MOST inconvenient times ... usually when I'm right in the middle of some project that I've got a groove going in. Or when I'm just about to go to lunch [today], which I usually do quite late so that the day doesn't last too much longer after that (heh). I DON'T WANT TO LEARN HTML, OR CSS, OR FLASH, OR ANY OF THAT OTHER STUFF!!!!

I'm fine now.

Can't wait to go home to my BED ...