i'm always doing something. i don't mean like breathing or sleeping, but just anything that consumes time. there is just always something to be done & i always seem to be the only one to do it. so, i'm putting a limit on the hours i do such unfun work like things. start spending time with that one over there
<------- Isn't she cute?
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i mentioned at some point that things had went horribly wrong. well, at the end of august the few remaining employees where i worked were told that the company had been sold to a group of selfish evil people and beginning next week they would be there 24/7 while the only good person would be gone indefinitely. needless to say, i had to make that person's last day my last day. those no good sneaky snake kids are absolutely no damn good and can't smell their own stinky bodies for looking down their noses at you.
there was no way i could smother the conviction of my dislike for them even for 20 minutes. but the good guy created a new company, so about a month later a new company was formed thus creating jobs for the decent people of the world. well, at least a few.
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mellie cat kept peeing on jase's clothes (he does it as a service to me, i tell him to pick them up) and then decided he'd christen my new pb quilt any time it touched the floor (but only then). this went on for about 4 months - he'd be great for weeks and just when i would start to think he was over whatever made him mad enough to piss, he'd soak something else. one day jase called me at work and said "are your curtains supposed to be yellow?" these would be the curtains that i purchased to match the quilt Mel enjoys pottying on. did i mention they are both white? oh, lots of washing. tons.
one morning i walk out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth only to step on the shorts i'd wore the night before, except now they were yucky, soaky & stinky. thanks mellie. nothing like cat pee on my freshly washed foot. i love the feel of cat pee between my toes, don't you?
upon his soaking my shorts, i decided my baby must have a problem. jase's clothes? yes. quilt? damn thing shouldn't be on the floor anyway. but momma's shorts? a baby who cries "momma" when she drops him off at the doctor does not unnecessarily wet her shorts. he needed a haircut anyway, so i made him an appointment with his vet (DAC who does an excellent job & they are totally awesome) the next day.
gods love him - he had cystitis which literally means painful urination syndrome. It seems as though little mel-bell was begging for my attention. "mommy!!! it hurts!!!" he has lots of medicine to take for 2 weeks and he should be fine. the little poop has learned how to hide pills under his tongue for as long as he needs to get out of my line of site so he can spit it out. well. mommy out smarted him again.
Thu, October 22, 2009 at 11:28 
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