Monday Morning Scaries

I don't even know where I'll begin with emails but I'll do my best.  It's been too much lately and with the lurker out until tomorrow, it's been a lot.  

No, I don't look forward to the lurker's return. I have a feeling it'll keep happening like it did last year.  We're left in a lurch.  It's just a never ending thing.

I know I'll have a conversation about supporting Frick and Frack's area and I will share some of my concerns about being taken advantage of.  My mom reminded me of the purple bags under my eyes from covering from Frick for a period of time.  We'll see.  I just picture the lurker moving in on my assignments while I cover for the terrible twosome.  I'm just so aggravated by jerks like that.

I had no idea what Mr. Bad Bunny was saying but I freaking loved the whole show.  I loved seeing Ricky Martin and Lady Gaga.  Oh!  She sang my favorite song with a latin flair. I love her.  I used to get mocked by Barry for liking Lady Gaga.  She's lame.  Ok, well, I'm lame.  He apparently was an expert on music that everyone went to.  Well good for you.  I'm glad you know what's cool because I don't care.

I like lame stuff.  I'm ok with it.  I have been told I have terrible taste in music and I'm ok with that.  I'm not going with trends.  I'm going with what I like.  At least I wasn't watching Kid Rock and the rest of the loser mobile musicians who did the alternate music show.  Is everyone aware that he sang a song about being with underage girls?  I'm lame because I like Lady Gaga.  Guess which musician some of my former co-workers liked?  

I thought my cousin's dog was on the mend but it turns out she's kind of dying.  I think.  I think she kind of recovered but she seems to be shutting down.  I felt bad hearing that but I'm glad that my cousin is ok and just taking care of the little sweetheart. I get it.  I was destroyed when I found out about Precious having diabetes and I was scared she'd die because I couldn't afford treatment.  It's been almost 3 years now and she's nestled on her bed by my desk snoozing away.  I know maybe six months from now something may happen or a year or two years.  All I can do is love her and give her what she needs.  There's just never enough time with these sweet loving creatures.  Everyday with Precious is a good day.  

I don't care if I sound like a lame old cat lady.  I love cats. I love dogs.  It's easier for me to have a cat and I love them.  The cats we've had have brought me joy.  Seeing a dog when I go for a walk brings me joy.

I wear my old cat lady lameness proudly.  I don't care.  

Have a good day good humans.  

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