The bluets are out in full force right now. Any lawn worth its salt has big clumps of them, mixed in with dandelions and violets.

When I was a wee lass, coming home from school one day, I picked a bunch of them--probably off of someone's lawn, although back then we DID have large abandoned fields to walk through, as well--and presented them to my Favorite Mother. She made a BIG FUSS over my thoughtfulness and put the poor wilted things in her special purple glass vase in the center of the table. And she assured me that bluets were her most FAVORITE FLOWER EVAAR.

I have no idea if she was just Lying To a Child To Shut Her Up or what, but to this day every time I see bluets my very first thought is "Bluets! They're my mother's FAVORITE FLOWER."

Just another glimpse into the twisted brilliance that is Mojo's brain.

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So Mojo's Favorite Brother is doing the AWNY, as he does just about every year. This year it is on Mojo's wedding anniversary, so it is EXTRA SPESHUL. Instead of giving Mojo those LAVISH 23rd YEAR GIFTS, your money is possibly better spent helping other people...

The two cats being Fred, the gray Maine Coon, AKA “the smart one” and Sadie, the black DSH, AKA “the stupid one”.

Step one: Put toilet-shaped litter box on the floor where the OLD litter box used to be.

FRED: Yeah, okay, whatever.

SADIE: OMG THERE IS CHANGE IN MY LIFE SOMEONE’S TRYING TO KILL ME!!!

By the end of the week, both cats are observed using it.

Step two: Move the toilet-shaped litter box six feet over, nearer the toilet.

FRED: Yeah, okay, whatever.

SADIE: SOMEONE PLEASE CALL THE HUMANE SOCIETY ON MY BEHALF! CALL THE AUTHORITIES! THIS SHOULD NOT HAPPEN TO A CAT!!!

So this is not about Fred, for once, but Sadie, the original Mojo cat following the demise of our beloved Ratty.

This morning I made a purchase on Amazon. WHAT really isn't all that important, to My Way of Thinking, but it dawned on me as I read the confirmation page that I have been remiss all these years. I have NOT been Using Social Media To Its Fullest Intended Effect. I have been Leaving Money On the Table. I have not been Optimizing My Brand Across All Platforms. You get the picture. I hope. Because I for one am tired of coming up with these social media consultant business-speak clichés.

If it's not already obvious, Mojo is what you'd call a fuddy-duddy. A stick-in-the-mud. An Old Fogey. Despite the incredibly inspiring tales of Glamour and Intrigue I share with my loyal fans, the sad truth is, I consider my life to be pretty boring. Which is HOW I LIKE IT. It is DESIGNED to be boring and predictable. Mojo can do the same thing every day for the rest of her life and be PERFECTLY HAPPY about it, so long as it is a vaguely pleasant thing and not, say, getting stung by hornets. She is Rut Girl.

But every time I buy something online (Ooooh! EXCITEMENT ALERT!), the retailer invariably offers me the chance to tweet or FB or otherwise Share My Purchase With My Friends and Followers.

Mojo is occasionally active on Facebook--unlike the rest of the world--and it is not uncommon for well-meaning people to offer (or at least propagate) Inspirational Quotes and Lists to Help Guide Us on the Journey. Some of them are thoughtful and pregnant with meaning, while some are merely annoying to Mojo, such as when someone attributes something like "OMG just LOOK at that SUNSET!!! It, like, makes me feel all PEACEFUL AND STUFF!" to Thoreau, who most certainly did not write that way.