On Saturday afternoon I stopped at Safeway and bought two flavors of gelato and then I came home and scrubbed my floor.
I’m a stress-eater and a cathartic cleaner. By the size of my physical self, I have too much stress in my life. By the state of my house, I could use more catharsis.
I realized as I knelt on my floor, scrubbing and buffing my hardwood-esque living room/dining room/kitchen floors, that it was precisely a year ago that I was scrubbing my other house’s floors and needing catharsis over ending that chapter in my life. Continue reading
Ever find yourself oohing and awwwing over those pictures that litter the inter-webs, the ones that fill your Facebook, Twitter, and Reddit? You know the ones of a mama dog cuddling 8 kittens, or the fox and the fawn, or the giraffe and the lion cub, or the dolphin and the T-Rex? Okay, I made up that last one but you get my drift. All over the place is pictorial evidence that interspecies canoodling and cuddling happens. Rather like fur-covered “love sees no color” and all that. Well, I obviously have seen such pictures and I damn them. I damn them and their adorable furry little beastly hearts.
Because they made me dream. They made me dream that I too, could have such glory in my life.
I’m posting this late due to meeting my Monday morning time Bandit. Yes, Bandit, the little dude who stole my morning.
I got the kids off to school and went for a run and had breakfast and was heading into the shower all before 9:30. Yes, it looked like my day was sure to be golden. The glorious golden kind of day where you manage to cross all the items off your to-do list and still have time to sit down for a cup of coffee. But then my phone rang. Continue reading
I have a bulimic cat and an anorexic dog. This is not a good thing. I mean, what are the odds? Was it something I did? Did I say something that they took the wrong way? I just don’t know. I don’t remember talking about fat grams in Purina versus Iams, but maybe…. I obviously did SOMETHING though, because my pets have issues.
Before I start, let me just state for the record that I actually do adore my pets. Really, I do. They are part of my family and I am so glad that we adopted them (Humane Society fur babies for this family, all the way).
But there are times when the fur babies drive me just a little cuckoo-for-cocoa-puffs. Take this instant. The cat is taking a few laps across my desk and laptop in her morning affection ritual. Oh, and the dog finally got done alternating between sniffing the cat’s butt and laying his 70 pound head on my forearm. Who knew that the pets would suffer from sibling rivalry so badly? The dog loves the cat. The cat tolerates the dog. But both get twitchy if the other is getting attention from me. Oh, and both have to be in the bathroom if I’m in there, pestering me to pet them. Talk about a captive audience.