Ew. So much ew.

Today is not shaping up to be the best day ever. First thing to make me think this? I come downstairs and the dog is sitting on the chair (bad dog, no!) but doesn't even open her eyes as I walk past. It's nearly 4am, so I'm thinking she's decided she'll wait til a more civilized hour to join the world. Fair enough. I get to the kitchen where the cat is howling for food, attention, and a nasty surprise she'll share later. I'm bleary eyed and hungry, so I check her water and I'm about to change it when I hear the sounds of the big dog's feet in the front room.

"NOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooo!" She's just oceaned all over the floor that I JUST checked to make sure it was clean. (Halloween decorations, including lights, are out there) She doesn't pee, she doesn't puddle, it's a friggin' ocean. Because of all the things the vet allegedly said she'd have issues with, this one wasn't on the list and is the only one actually to be true. (She's not blind, her nose works perfectly well, and she's no more deaf than I am. She has selective hearing because she was raised by cats.) Freakin' incontinent dog. So I wade out there and clean up as best I can, but this is going to entail mopping again. I take the other dog out, lest she get any ideas. It's drizzling so today is going to be filled with the big dog needing to go out but not wanting to because the sky spirits are punishing her with the wetness from the skies.

Fabulous.

I go back in, I feed the cat and decidedly do not feed the dog (the older, smaller, dog eats in the evening) because No, Bad Dog. Also, she'll just be hungry again by 6am, which is about the time she normally eats anyway. Then I do some dishes while my soup is cooking. I start my unexpected load of laundry (thanks, doof) and retire upstairs to eat and check in on the world at large.

I come downstairs to refill the end of my soup and notice that what I mistook for the catbox odor is really... the cat peed outside the box. ;_; Who does that, cat? WHO DOES THAT? The box was just washed! Soooooo... I have to clean that up. And since it wasn't on the floor, I had to super duper clean that up. Which meant that I had another thing to add to my laundry load. *twitch*

Then I found out she'd peed on the table, too. So now I'm going to have to spend today cleaning off the table, then washing that thing like a crazy person over and over and over because it's the table, even if it's the side no one uses except at holidays. To make matters worse, the Important Mail I'd put somewhere not actually on the table itself so she couldn't do this? Yeah. Someone put it on the table where of course, right where she defiled the table. She took out a book as well. Paperback so it didn't stand a chance, really. Thanks, feline. It might've only been a quarter, but I no longer have access to quarter books and I wanted to read it!

I have a headache that won't go away and today is just not my morning. I'm thinking I'm going to retire to my room in a bit, text Ari that unless my brain stops going THUD-THUD-THUD I'll have to postpone our watching of American Horror Story, and just... hide.


Animals. I love them but then they go and do this and it's just... ugh.

Bright spot? My Ghouls & Ghosts (freakin' Scentsy is down again!) warmer is delightfully awesome in the front room and now almost the entire downstairs smells good, accidents and all.

ETA: Sooooo, there are these "sorry I've been a crappy friend, but I've been busy being a GREAT mother" things going around facebook. The first couple were cute. Now I just want to punch these women. Dude, you can be both. And if you can't, well, don't come bitching to me when your kid reaches that stage (and there are many) where you're ready to kill them because they're screaming and won't stop, or won't shut up for five seconds, or you need a night out to remember you're human. Because while you were busy being a "great" mom and a shitty friend, I made other friends. :P

31 Days of October

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I'm going to try and celebrate the mighty month of October, even if it did start badly and deny me the chance to see if zallia and I could make it rain down MH dolls upon an unsuspecting population. For now, anyway. For the next month you'll be forced to endure pictures, movies, and useless ramblings (sometimes all three and more!) as I dance through my favorite month of the year.


Yesterday Widget and I hung up most of the Halloween lights. I still have a strand or two of purple lights to decide what to do with. I'm tempted to exchange the set I bought a week or so ago for a green set just for fun, but purple lights are so pretty. Do not bother with the candy corn lights from Walgreens. They look nothing like this and instead are a bright, obnoxious orange that is almost painful to look at. I gave Widget the okay to put them up on the mantel but it's just... bright. So... I'm thinking I'll have to find another place for them. Another use. *muse* Where would one need a really obnoxious set of bright orange lights?


While staying up to talk to Donna, I watched 666 Park Avenue which was unusual. The tone never felt right to me, but I'm not sure if that's because it was really sunny and hot outside so the mood here wasn't right or if maybe the Hulu commercial breaks that last for six minutes at a time also contributed to it. I'm intrigued but not in love.