wondering
if it's possible for cats to be bulimic. because if so, Mr Bumps definitely is.... he eats soooo much... like 5 huge bowls of kibble per day... then he barfs everywhere. whhhhat...? i know there are feeding instructions on the bag... try telling him it's not all-you-can-eat-all-day-long... he will bust open Tupperware containers with his bare paws if you don't feed him constantly. also re the bulimic thing: he has rotten teeth too... but he isn't particularly svelte.... hmmm.... maybe he's just a really greedy pig with horrible breath. he's sleeping now, probably getting up the energy to find a pristine unbarfed-upon rug on which to barf up breakfast)
thinking
it's probably reaaaaaally bad that i am secretly excited for some of my pets to die (eventually). there are soooo many of them and they never stop standing in the way or weaving in and out of our legs... arggggggghhhhhhhhhh. yes i admit, i think i'd be secretly excited if some ran off to live on a fictitious farm somewhere just over the border of deepest Rhode Island, never to be seen again
wishing
I had the energy to go grocery shopping. but I don't... so we have no groceries. but it's OK because i don't actually drink milk anyway ;)
wishing
multivitamins actually replaced meals for the entire family. because that would really simplify things around here. they eat ALL the time - like three times a day - it never ends :| and if you don't feed them, then that's wrong too....
wondering
if it would be mean to weave lots of sharp tree branches (or carelessly discard of some glass jam jars... ooops) on the trail behind our house to discourage awful redneck whitetrash kids from riding their dirt bikes. i kind of have to do something to discourage them, and this method is surely safer than me going to Walmart for a gun. i have had a migraine for three whole days and i am pretty sure that gives me a plea of temporary insanity to do absolutely whatever i need to do to restore peace...?
hating
the petsitting thing. o.m.g.... either i'm super lazy or allergic to working or the job is just too sucky. even inserting a trip to Target into the day doesn't help.... i just hate being at the beck and call of obnoxious spoilt dogs and their bossy owners who refuse to treat them like canine companions instead of human best friends (omg sad loser people.... find real human friends who don't scrape their butts along the carpet... you'll be happier, i swear!!)
hating
trying on clothes in Target and Old Navy. they only make clothes for unusually tall rectangular women. or men who like to dress like women, maybe that's it...? either way, they both suuuuuuck.
loving
that it's the last week of being a business woman. i hate working. or i'm deathy allergic to working ;) either way, omg be Friday already, week!!!!
Sgt Pepper outtake (i did NOT take this picture;)
he lives behind our house - i'll blame the broken glass on him ;)
we found these pups yesterday. i was going to send them to the pound if they belonged to the dirt biking children. but they didn't - they belonged to a nice English lady... so that was OK :)
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