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Jul 27, 2016

This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

Should I acknowledge that I skipped a week on the blog? I mean, we all know it’s because of PokémonGo right? Yes, we all also know I’m a grown-a$s woman who *should* be beyond childish video games, but we also all know that I flipping love Pokemon and as a grown-a$s adult woman I’m allowed to have weird hobbies and interests because you most certainly have them and you just don’t blog about me so LET ME LIVE.


*ahem* sorry okay I’m fine.


There are certainly more phone zombies out on the streets, but I have to say that I’m really happy to have had such an easy in to conversations with native Japanese people in the park lately, and I’m particularly pleased as punch over the gym I won yesterday with the help of the oldest, most turtled little obaasan lady. #TeamInstinct. And that’s all I have to say about Pokemans.


So yesterday I returned home from a walk to put my key in the lock when I overheard the worst noise any cat owner can hear -if you’ve ever had a cat, you know the noise- it’s the “URK - URK - URK” that immediately proceeds an epic cat vomit. Your response to this sound might, like me, be to find the offending feline as quickly as possible, so that it might be relocated to a space in the home that has laminate flooring for easier hork-clean up.  


In this particular instance, I was not fast enough. I unlocked the door and burst into the hallway just in time to see Bubba going “exorcist-style” all over the tiny little couch.

(ah yes, these are the types of photoshop skills that make my parents particularly proud of that art degree I have...)

I mean, I know we don’t really ever sit on the stupid tiny couch, but I do still try and keep it un-vomity. Except, then there’s cleaning products in Japan. Which... can we just take a minute?


The Mister and I are planning a trip to the Navy base for Obon (mid August National holiday in Japan). While many might think that I’m excited to hit up the commissary for some new clothes or American foods, what’s actually on my shopping-spree list of American goods is… cleaning products. The Japanese stuff just seems weak to me. Maybe it isn’t, but there is something comforting about the smell of antibacterial-chemicals that makes me actually feel like something is clean. That is not an aroma that comes with any of the Japanese cleaning products I’ve found in our local grocery store.

adulting so hard right here.

On top of that, upholstery cleaning isn’t super common here? That’s a guess I make because I have yet to find any cleaning products specifically for cleaning upholstered stuff like… couches.  


Long story short, yesterday I had to take the covers off all the couch cushions and run them through the wash - effectively leaving a frame of springs and discomfort in the middle of the living room.


Meanwhile Mac is adjusting to his new bed nicely. Dog bed? Nah. They don’t make dog beds big enough for Mac-dogs here (just like they don’t make couches big enough for Kp-peoples…), so when this happened a week ago:


(this look says "do you see this memory foam, ma? it's all wrong for my lower lumbar support.")

…we went out and bought yet another toddler’s mattress for our own princess-pooch and the pea. He sleeps on three mattresses piled on top of each other because his aging joints like a little extra cushion, and also because that is the minimum limit of bedding for Mac to actually stay in that bed all night, instead of trying to crawl up into the people bed and shove me off the side at 2AM.


It’s a good thing they’re cute, is what I’m saying.


Is there something your adorable pets do that make you
day dream of scotch guard? Tell me in the comments!


today’s little language lesson

私の猫はおうとしました。

watashi no neko wa outoshmashita.

my cat threw up.

KpQuePasa

KpQuePasa

The name is Kp or KpMcD (Kristin, actually, but for the sake of continuity let's stick with the nickname, shall we?) Hailing from the Midwest US and living in Nagoya with my husband (The Mister), my dobermutt (Mac) and an elitist marmalade tabby who answers to no one (Bubba).
www.KpQuePasa.com


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