Coined

Today was definitely Monday. Last night, I tried to go to bed “early” (before 1 AM), and could not fall asleep. By the time I finally did fall asleep I didn’t want to wake up.  I’m pretty sure that if I went to the doctor, the first thing they would rule out is motivation. But maybe not, I really don’t have the time and energy to find out.

After completing a day at work, Fru Fru Pants and I stopped by an old party street (“we,” meaning me and Mini Sprinkle Donut – used to rent hot tubs on wheels and enjoy the stars in the sky while hosting parties here) to support Who Saved Who – she was struggling with some feral cat issues.  I learned a lot about feral cats and, more importantly, about the importance of not being a cat lady. Catwoman = good. Cat Lady = bad. Fru Fru Pants and I tandem shrimp swore that we we never let each other become “cat ladies.” I promised her that if I ever sensed she was heading this direction I would take her on a cruise (in international waters) and, when she wasn’t with me at the end of the excursion,  I’d just tell staff that the last time I saw her she mentioned something about the promenade deck, Julie, Isaac, and Captain Stubing.

After attempting to save Who Saved Who, I met up with OregganO, Sleepless, Tile, QuQueen and She Left Me For Lenny, for sushi at our favorite local restaurant. QuQueen has the privilege of doing Lenny’s hair on Wednesday – yes, it is the Lenny you are thinking of (unless you are thinking of Lenny and Squiggy – in which case you are wrong).  She Left Me For Lenny was less than pleased with this information. “I don’t like Lenny,” She Left Me For Lenny (the blog artist formerly known as The Leaver) said. “I never really liked his music anyway.”

The conversation had turned to surrogacy when She Left Me For Lenny went back to the subject of QuQueen leaving her for Lenny. I tried to comfort her by telling her maybe QuQueen and Lenny would do a nice song/music video dedicated to her. “No,” She Left Me For Lenny retorted, “You know what I always say?” I responded, “What does it mean?” “Well, there is that, but no, I always say, ‘this is not my first rodeo.'” “Ah, yes. The phrase you coined.” “Yes, she excitedly replied, “You remember!” Yes, I do remember – I remember it like it was yesterday. A phrase I’m sure I coined. I’m also pretty sure I coined the phrase, ‘coined the phrase.’

Sleepless and I then made our way to a conference in a resort town just outside of the city. By the time we finally arrived it was dark, quiet and much like a ghost town. As we approached the front desk, apparently from the wrong direction, Guttentag greeted us with, “Wow, we’ve never had someone checking in come from that direction before.” He may not have been familiar with that kind of entrance, but we were – this wasn’t our first rodeo. Before going to bed, and after watching the menu channel for about 30 minutes, we caught up on Steve O’s life. I was telling Sleepless that I  had no idea Steve O’s rehab was so public. Her reply, “Me neither, I need to think more about Steve O and less about myself.” A phrase she coined.