This is a mini vent. It's nothing bad. But, OMG, my child will. not. shut. up. We took the new foster kitty (another story) to the vet today and of course she had to go. She was non stop the entire time we were there...an hour. She's interjecting things and then going off subject and just on and on and on and on and on. Like at one point I was scheduling the booster shot and another kitty needs one so I was thinking I would bring them in at the same time...then said I couldn't cause I only have one carrier. And she looks at me and asks what happened to the other carriers. Not a big deal. A really non-deal, actually, but it was non-stop. I'm trying to talk to the vet and she's just on and on and on. I finally asked her, 'Can you wait???' The vet, bless his heart, just looked at me and chuckled. I tell ya, she was making me dizzy. At least after I asked her that and she interrupted me again going off in the other direction from where my conversation was going, I looked at her and sighed and she apologized. I *hate* to be interrupted. That's no secret among anyone who knows me. It's rude. My mother does it and it annoys me to no end. But, especially now, if I'm interrupted, better than 50% of the time my entire chain of thought goes right at the window and I have no idea what I was talking about. You know how frustrating that is??? Ok. She was just yelling for me. She was eating a bowl of cereal in her room and new foster kitty who in the past hadn't had consistent access to food and water was not giving up on getting into her bowl and managed to fling the spoon out....milk and cereal all over the place. I guess I was supposed to be incensed at this horrible injustice done to her, but I was too busy laughing. And now she wants to talk about. I'm thinking communications is way overrated.