It's my turn.

[stoney321]

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.)

Comments

Re: You!!! You, blessed little kiwi. Get in me belly.

[ex-dovil323.livejournal.com]

Now I make hand puppets to distract you even more.

I'd get in your belly but it's full of fudge. Strike that, I will now get in your belly.

Four doesn't make you a crazy cat lady, it just makes you a big hearted lover of cats. It's the 40 ferrets running about your house that raises eyebrows.

I hide behind humour as well. Or ranting. Both places are fun to hide behind. Sometimes I hide behind trees and giggle a lot while people form search parties and helicoptors fly over head. And then they get cranky when I jump from behind the tree and yell 'surprise!'. Whiners!

I would end up with a *hug* but if I do that three times in a row it's less comforting and friendly and more restraining order time.

Re: You!!! You, blessed little kiwi. Get in me belly.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Did I mention that there is now homemade bread (with real butter and honey, YUM) in my belly now? I'll swallow some tinsel and a Radio head album and you should be quite cozy down there. I'll just dig out my maternity pants to wear while you "vacation."

Wow. That has become something weird even for me. And that's saying something.

Re: You!!! You, blessed little kiwi. Get in me belly.

[ex-dovil323.livejournal.com]

*snorts* Though yum for the bread/honey thing!