Divas, Lurkers and Just other annoyances

It was ok today. I woke up to the Thunderdome of cats.  I came back into my room with Precious' cream cheese and Kringle had his head in her dish on the dresser as I walked in. She was sitting on the dresser calmly waiting for me.  That was the comedy of the morning.

This event this week is wearing on people's nerves.  The Thinker was going to pass on attending in person but may have to show up because the diva said no.  She lives 115 miles away.  No, she doesn't.  Why with the lying?  She said she doesn't get gas money either.  Sigh.  If you live within 50 miles, you are expected to attend some of the events.  You don't have to do all but there seems to be pressure for this situation.  I thought of Frick and all the times she got out of situations while I had to deal. I have empathy for the Thinker. I know the diva is a liar and that travel time might deter from her Tik Tok career.  Just a liar.

The lurker seems to strike.  The lurker seems bent on staying on my area and I'm at the point of saying, Um, where can I go where it's ok?  Where I don't have you interfering?  I welcome help from others. I don't welcome sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.  Whatever on the lurker.  

I did feel bad taking my call with the Thinker in my room.  I didn't want to use my head set and I thought it was easier.  My mom and sister thought I was mad.  No.  Mad at some things but not them.  

I haven't looked much at what was going in the news but I have peeked.  It's like peeking at a horror show.  Sigh.

I hope the good humans had a better Monday.  At least I got my cats to keep me entertained and sweet Daisy.  


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