Okay. I can't help it. I was going to go for a record—two nights in a row of all nice and serious postings on domesticat, and then I heard something and I just can't shake the sillies.

Someone actually makes a Hello Kitty vibrator.

Yes. As in Hello Kitty, that nice little innocuous brand that you remember from your childhood. You cannot understand how much this disturbs and amuses me. The mere fact that this object exists—and has been manufactured—and is being SOLD—tells me that I am NOT the craziest person on this watery little blue planet.Not. Not. Not. It feels SO good to know this for certain.

Anyway. Moving on to things that won't totally shock and disturb…I got the over-the-toilet rack set up in the guest bathroom this evening. Of course, the cats had to give it a serious once-over (what is this and why is it in our bathroom?!?) and then …. shockingly enough….they left it alone.

I'm going to put guest towels and things like that on the racks. I'm trying to make things like toiletries and toweling readily and obviously accessible to guests. It's a comfort thing; I remember staying in places where I had to hunt up basic necessities and feeling incredibly awkward when I had to ask where things were.

(Thanks to the friends who provided commentary and suggestions.)

My grandmother's 80th birthday was yesterday. I called to wish her a happy birthday, but she wasn't home, so I had to tell her that to her answering machine. Even though she's probably never going to read this, I think she already knows that I aspire to be like her when I grow up. She's stubborn as hell, isn't always right, and doesn't know when to quit—but she's got more class, and guts, and love in her heart, than most people I've ever had the chance to know.

In other news, I bought blueberries and cherries at the farmer's market today. Tomorrow: galettes. Tonight, however: reading up on said galettes.