It's my turn.

I have tried to bring the cheer. Boy, have I tried. With the singing and the laughing and "oh, oh, make it stop," stuff. I don't whine. Until now.

FUCK!!! My STUPID cat (who I love and bawl over, don't get me wrong), the one who got run over and lost all the fur and muscle on his back legs, and was healing just fine? He decided to bolt this morning and hasn't been found all day. "Well, it's a cat, he'll turn up." It's 19 degrees outside and we have several inches of snow. And he's 14. I have walked the neighborhood multiple times - nothing. Have called the vet and shelters - nothing. I HOPE someone saw him and has him inside. He's the friendliest cat you'll meet. OR: someone left their garage open and he dashed inside to get warm? GAH!! ANIMALS are driving me crazy!!!

Yesterday the evil!killer black cat (my absolute favorite animal on the PLANET) came back from a night out limping. Several hundred dollars later we find she's dislocated her paw! Owchie. So they adjust it and get it back in the socket and she's fine, but all of this adds up to no more money in the house. Meaning REALLY that no presents for mommy under the tree, because it would be a cold day in hell if Mr. Stoney went shopping before Christmas Eve. Boo! (to me, because that is fucking selfish.) But I have my cats to keep me warm as a gift, right? Except the lap cat is MISSING. Waaaah.

I've been eating fudge to make me feel better. Now I feel fat. CRAPPY day. Nothing to see here, move along...

(Basically I'm all alone with three kids, snowed and iced in and going LOCO.)