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Sunday Night
Mar. 18th, 2007 10:32 pmSunday night, and to bed before eleven. I'm glad, cause I'm tired. My house is clean, thanks to my mother for the help. She is doing quite well health-wise, so don't worry that she was overworking. I've been doing a pretty good job of keeping up until the February issues set in, and I lost control.
Had a great time being on t.v., they barely saw me, and I only took one "real" call. The other two had questions I couldn't answer. Had a good weekend with Brent, we didn't go out to eat except for breakfast on Saturday. I snapped at him this evening. I fixed breakfast, and lazed about instead of doing up the dishes. (I've seen him leave them for two weeks, so I figured a few hours wouldn't hurt.) By 6:30 he was teasing me about them, and not-so-subtly implying that if I did the dishes he would appreciate it. I was going to leave at seven, (as I ALWAYS do). So I went into the kitchen, and spent the majority of my last half hour in his home alone. I was aggravated - and by the time he came in the kitchen, he could tell. I've forgiven him of course, but it's more because I don't want to start expecting him to act like a "boyfriend". He'll make it up to me Wednesday night. But I might not be so inclined to cook for him next time. And I've rocked his little culinary boat these last few weeks.
Got home and had a horrible shock - Suzi had managed to sneak into the coat closet just before I left Friday night - and had been in there all weekend. Oh my GOD I can't begin to tell you how horrible I feel! Just plain SHITTY. It appears she only peed and pooed once while in there, (what a GOOD kitty!) and the goodest news is she seems none the worse for wear. She's eaten and drank and hit the litter box, and is now making love to my feet. It's her favorite computer pastime. She grabs one and hugs it, while I rub her back with the other - her little eyes close in bliss and her purring makes the desk vibrate. Oh lord the guilt will eat me for days. I feel like I owe an apology to all my friends who love animals. (Tin, I thought of you especially).
Alright. Off to bed with the three of us - Scarlett's already snoozing soundly.
Had a great time being on t.v., they barely saw me, and I only took one "real" call. The other two had questions I couldn't answer. Had a good weekend with Brent, we didn't go out to eat except for breakfast on Saturday. I snapped at him this evening. I fixed breakfast, and lazed about instead of doing up the dishes. (I've seen him leave them for two weeks, so I figured a few hours wouldn't hurt.) By 6:30 he was teasing me about them, and not-so-subtly implying that if I did the dishes he would appreciate it. I was going to leave at seven, (as I ALWAYS do). So I went into the kitchen, and spent the majority of my last half hour in his home alone. I was aggravated - and by the time he came in the kitchen, he could tell. I've forgiven him of course, but it's more because I don't want to start expecting him to act like a "boyfriend". He'll make it up to me Wednesday night. But I might not be so inclined to cook for him next time. And I've rocked his little culinary boat these last few weeks.
Got home and had a horrible shock - Suzi had managed to sneak into the coat closet just before I left Friday night - and had been in there all weekend. Oh my GOD I can't begin to tell you how horrible I feel! Just plain SHITTY. It appears she only peed and pooed once while in there, (what a GOOD kitty!) and the goodest news is she seems none the worse for wear. She's eaten and drank and hit the litter box, and is now making love to my feet. It's her favorite computer pastime. She grabs one and hugs it, while I rub her back with the other - her little eyes close in bliss and her purring makes the desk vibrate. Oh lord the guilt will eat me for days. I feel like I owe an apology to all my friends who love animals. (Tin, I thought of you especially).
Alright. Off to bed with the three of us - Scarlett's already snoozing soundly.
