Indecisive Peach

Me: “Ugh, I’m not good at writing two week notices.”
E: “Hmm.”
E: “I wish to inform you that in two weeks I will give you all the bird as I walk cackling out of the station. Thank you for the opportunity, even if it was mindless and ultimately just a quaint time to refer to when I wish to add humor to my future best-selling memoirs. Regards and chuckles, Ms. F-Wings.”

I usually sit typing with my back to the rest of my room. When I reach back to scratch my back under my shirt, I hear the rustling and sense the vibe of excitement come from my cat. Any movement, under any typing of fabric, elicits this overwhelming sense of desperate and ancestral hunter gene in her that is usually quite amusing. This isn’t so much the case when I’m woefully relaxed and unaware, gone in the world of online reading. I’ll scratch, scratch mindlessly and she’ll inch closer and closer, until with one flying leap she’ll swap my hand, sans claws, as if to say, “Bring it - just bring it the Hell on.”

She has the fierceness of a jaguar and the understanding of a newborn that doesn’t understand the concept of peek-a-boo yet, in that, my hand will never actually be prey. I could hear her move toward me just a minute ago at my scratching and waited for her to pounce. She decided that today’s tactic would be to get onto the ledge of my stereo shelf, creeping, ever, so, slowly.

Sadly, I booby-trapped the ledge with all of my zillion remotes that make up my little command center; and again, my Stinky, not the most graceful kitty. One misplaced scrape of the paw and to catch herself she frantically grabs a hold of my desk with her forepaws. She tilts to one side,  widens her eyes, lengthens her neck, and turns to me quizzically, “So that right there? Not really what I had planned… Phew…could have been worse though.”

Before today’s random post, I just needed to say that we here at Indecisive Peach all need to welcome all the inquisitive minds that are going to come poking around my site in the next couple days because I was shamelessly promoting my blog in one of my grad classes today. As I furtively gave out my link to one girl the other day, I only later remembered how the current post was about tossing my cookies. *sigh*

Graciously she braced herself and delved into the archives which led her to admit to me that she also has a deep fear of the popping dough cans. I knew deep down that I could not have been alone on that.
 

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Well, I’m the new treasurer for the university’s English Graduate Organization. I was smart and picked the position with no competition.

As for the “English major AND a treasurer” jokes, I’m sure you guys can figure those out for yourself. In any case, I’ll be laughing all the way to the bank.

*amuses self greatly*

I’ll probably burn in some sort of literary comedic hell someday.