What put me in a real snit was, that at WordPress, which I am sure is a very elegant site, I couldn't even manage to change the size of the font.
So that's me in a nutshell. Impatient and unable to punctuate.
So why is this night different from, say, all other nights one might have time to make the change?
I am sitting with my 83 year old mum in urgent care while dealing with ex-husband having some sort of psychotic break half a mile away.
I just had surgery 2 weeks ago and was hoping against hope that when I got home, at least one of the cats would be dead.
oh god - my mother is impossible.
Like that's news
Oh, Geez! I didn't even laugh at all until you hoped that the cat was dead! Now I have to clean the keyboard.
ReplyDeletePoor Mum, poor X, poor You! Couldn't you use a little less drama for at least a couple more weeks? XOXOX
Don't tell anyone, but I really get it about the cats. We are away for the week and, much as I like my cats, I secretly hope there will be at least one less cat when I get home.
ReplyDeleteThat is the most frightening picture of C. Is she OK? Are you OK? I hope Doug gets better. Oh my!
ReplyDeleteDoug will never get better I fear
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