Yesterday morning started like this. Sitting on my back porch watching my dog do dog things.
Then, I had this overwhelming feeling that I needed to get the dryer vents cleaning. Randomly bonkers, I know. So. I called and someone came within 2 hours. He got down off the roof with a look on his face. My dryer vent was 100% blocked. That’s a fire, my friends. I really hot one, lol. Sigh. He said it looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in 20 years. Ugh.
Why can’t I have these feelings about things that will make me money? LOL.
Today I’m taking care of the lawn. I’m about to go get the garden weapons and beat up the hedges.
I will leave you with this sign that we saw on the way to the dentist this week:
I’m at work on “break”, reading through posts for a few mins. My better half just sent me a picture of Atlas that is justtttt ridiculous. So, here you go:
My sister had this thing made for me for my birthday. It’s massive:
OK, I’m going back to my Manicotti. What are you guys eating for dinner?
Trigger Warning Made in a facility that processes death.
I lost my Mom, my cat, and my dog within 5 months. All three of them had been with me for decades. Don’t look at me like that. I’ve been alive longer than I had my mom. When my cat died (her sister having died about a year prior) I decided that I didn’t want another cat unless it was a Maine Coon. Since I am cheap, I knew damn well that wasn’t happening anytime soon. They are thousands.
A few days ago, in the pet store for dog treats, I looked up and saw a Maine Coon looking Kitten. When I got closer it was exactly what I wanted. He looked mixed but was huge for his age. His sister was also available, she was tiny. Of course, better half fell in love with the tiny one. I immediately wanted the male. I followed the directions posted: go to the website, fill out application on the cat you want, bla bla. He wasn’t listed. So, I sent a text to the organization just asking if he was available and just thought: Well, I will leave it up to the Universe.
Well, the Universe had plans for sure. I was interested in one kitten. But, within the hour of making contact with the rescue, I was headed home with two. I fuckkkkkked up. Fuck me running.