Bratty Husband and Cat

Robert called me whining about how he wants a surfboard. He likes going surfing when there's surf in Galveston. And right now, apparently, there's a swell because of Hurricane Emily , so of course he wants to go today or tomorrow. Now he doesn't have a surfboard of his own, so everytime he goes he rents one for a few hours. This adds up, but he doesn't go that often. He suddenly wants my permission to go buy a surfboard, and I am just not okay with him blowing $300 to $500 on some toy for himself a few weeks before we have a new baby. And I feel like a bad person for telling him no, but jeez. Neither one of us is the most responsible when it comes to paying bills, so we already have to get our acts together there. I don't know. I hope I don't cave.

Oh, I'm almost done with my book on Stalin, finally. This means I can finally sink my teeth into my new Harry Potter book.

In other news my cat will not stop scratching the coffee table legs. He scratches his post every now and then, but continuously returns to the coffee table. Robert and I have dubbed this his wooden sculpture. It seems to have turned into his life's work.