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Aug. 2nd, 2011 10:58 amWould someone please tell me why I continue to read these stupid fluffy pieces on cats versus dogs? It always ticks me off that cats end up losing, even if they do call it a draw. :P I also wouldn't consider the fact that dogs can tell not to bother a person reading a book for food necessarily a marker of their intelligence. Yes, fine, impressive. But the cat? The cat, if they are hungry, will hop up, nose the book out of the way, turn around and mreow in your face til you feed them. That's right, puppy. You enjoy that empty belly while Kitty is getting fed first.
Ah well.
The truck is doing stupid things again. Sigh. Hopefully it's whatever the tow truck guy said it was, because that sounds like it's easily fixable. If not, I will cry. There's no "maybe" about it. I will cry and it will not be pretty. After I called in and canceled their appointment, and bemoaned the lack of Harry Potter (again!) in my life, Ari called.
At first I thought she was calling to ask why someone keeps sending her garbled text messages or calls (the phone will unlock and since she's first on the contact list...) but no. She's really worried about having to put her dog, Bee, down. She's been making comments about this for quite awhile, and back when it first started I chalked it up to her not being used to having a pet this old. But I'm afraid she's right to worry. It sounds like Miss Bee is winding down, as it were. From what she said, it doesn't sound like she's there yet (which is what I told her, and not just because her heart will break horrible when Miss Bee goes) but... yeah. I feel so bad for her. :/
^---- Yesterday.
Today I can feel autumn on its way. Part of this is the giant countdown to school that you can see above every parent or guardian's head, and part of it is how the house feels when I come downstairs in the morning. It's still hot as hell (July and August will do that to you), but there's this shift that happens and you're reminded that summer will not last all the time. It'll be damn close, since it's the south and we have varying degrees of summer year round, but still. Soon I should be able to find Halloween magazines on the shelves (are they out yet?) and my favorite time of the year may commence.
This sounds all kinds of awesome, but I'm definitely not on the "yay!" end of the spectrum for now. I'm not sure if it's the lovely joy of hormonal ick or if it's simply that I miss Dad a lot. I'd say it comes and goes, but I'm not to that point. It's pretty much a constant. Sometimes it's worse (like now) and sometimes it's merely there.
Moving along, because dwelling isn't going to help at the moment, I'm off to read something. I seem to have been trapped in a conversation that is actually causing me pain to continue and they will not take my hints and flat out "SO. HOW ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE, K?" diversions.
Ah well.
The truck is doing stupid things again. Sigh. Hopefully it's whatever the tow truck guy said it was, because that sounds like it's easily fixable. If not, I will cry. There's no "maybe" about it. I will cry and it will not be pretty. After I called in and canceled their appointment, and bemoaned the lack of Harry Potter (again!) in my life, Ari called.
At first I thought she was calling to ask why someone keeps sending her garbled text messages or calls (the phone will unlock and since she's first on the contact list...) but no. She's really worried about having to put her dog, Bee, down. She's been making comments about this for quite awhile, and back when it first started I chalked it up to her not being used to having a pet this old. But I'm afraid she's right to worry. It sounds like Miss Bee is winding down, as it were. From what she said, it doesn't sound like she's there yet (which is what I told her, and not just because her heart will break horrible when Miss Bee goes) but... yeah. I feel so bad for her. :/
^---- Yesterday.
Today I can feel autumn on its way. Part of this is the giant countdown to school that you can see above every parent or guardian's head, and part of it is how the house feels when I come downstairs in the morning. It's still hot as hell (July and August will do that to you), but there's this shift that happens and you're reminded that summer will not last all the time. It'll be damn close, since it's the south and we have varying degrees of summer year round, but still. Soon I should be able to find Halloween magazines on the shelves (are they out yet?) and my favorite time of the year may commence.
This sounds all kinds of awesome, but I'm definitely not on the "yay!" end of the spectrum for now. I'm not sure if it's the lovely joy of hormonal ick or if it's simply that I miss Dad a lot. I'd say it comes and goes, but I'm not to that point. It's pretty much a constant. Sometimes it's worse (like now) and sometimes it's merely there.
Moving along, because dwelling isn't going to help at the moment, I'm off to read something. I seem to have been trapped in a conversation that is actually causing me pain to continue and they will not take my hints and flat out "SO. HOW ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE, K?" diversions.