I guess this will be a venting post. I don't like this wet damp weather, wasn't ready for my summer to be over. I know we need the rain, but BLAH!
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My cat is stuffed. He must be, he burped. For those that don't know, my 17 year old cat Fritz has had me on pins and needles with his health. I thought I was going to lose him back in June. He's bounced back on the meds. His growl is even back, and he's back to stuffing his face. I guess I've got him for a while longer...
My parents are coming to town for some cousin thing my dad is going to. Saturday. Tomorrow/today. I love how I got no warning and feel like poodoo, and my apartment looks like Watto's shop, and oh, they *might* stay the night but there's no real plan yet. I was really hoping to get out of seeing my dad in an eyepatch, too.
I went a couple nights ago. The one by me had several kids' costumes left and a crapton of candy corn. Some random decorations and food kits and costume accessories.
I just got the door to my office slammed in my face because an answer I gave to the bossman showed that someone else blatently didn't do something they knew they were supposed to do, which I was completely unaware of. LOL. I love Mondays. Now they are in trouble for slamming my door as well. LOL