See this cat? Yeah, it might look cute and cuddly, maybe even harmless. If you think any of these things, you’re an idiot-head banana pants. Frisby the Cat could possibly be pure evil. Either that, or she’s just too dumb to know any better (right now, she trying to sit on my arms as I’m typing, I kid you not).
Saturday afternoon was glorious down here in ATL, so I decided I was going to sit on our back porch and read Watchen (which is badass by the way, absolutely loving it so far). As I sat on the back porch, I came up with this idea for my blog for Tuesday about exercising outdoors. Welllllll, Frisby got outside, and decided to wander aimlessly through the woods. She generally comes back after about 5 minutes because she realizes she can only acquire generous amounts of Meow Mix INSIDE the house. However, after about twenty minutes she still hadn’t come back. I climbed down the back steps, and sure enough, Fribsy was approximately 100 yards away deep in the woods, wandering like a sheep without a shepherd (or a cat without a brain).
Being the idiot that I am, I trudged through the woods, picked up the cat, and dragged her inside, and then went back to reading my book. Little did I know that Frisby managed to walk through a whole patch of poison ivy during her gallivanting in the woods. I woke up the next day with a poison ivy rash on my right forearm, under my chin, behind my right here, on the left side of my nose, and 2 millimeters above my right eye. I guess I’m lucky it hasn’t spread to a larger area – as a little kid I’d literally only have to LOOK at poison ivy and my face would swell up like a balloon.
So, I currently hate the outdoors, and instead of coming home today to write a post about fitness, I ran off to various pharmacies trying to track down the highest legal dosage of cortisone available. Apparently that’s only 1%. Lame. The reason I’m so worried about this poison ivy is because I’m heading to L.A. tomorrow with my company to produce the Mayercraft Carrier with John Mayer, O.A.R., and Guster. We’re putting on a charity night with VH1’s Save the Music Thursday night, so this thing is pretty high profile. I swear to God, if my face swells up like a balloon just in time for this event, Frisby’s goin down.
Updates over the next week and a half will hopefully be consistent, but we’ll see how things go on this cruise, I bet it will get crazy. Rest assured, the updates and blogs will resume once I’m back on dry land.
Poison ivy, I hate you.
-Steve
