Weekly stuff post

It takes approximately one month for Foot to destroy her favorite feather teaser. Mind you, me running over it with the Vacuum of Sucking Death last night didn't help matters, but, yeah, one month. Go, kitty, go! XD.

The Petco here has a sweetie calico up for adoption. She's be great for Foot as a pal. She is also out of my price range right now. Between $400 for pet deposit, $119 to adopt, and assorted vet bills for all her initial stuffs, (although spay has already been done, and possibly her shots)...yeah. Not now. :/

I has a leak! The air conditioning pan in our apartment building clogged up and over-flowed. Fortunately, the management is doing what they can. Unfortunately, the water in the wall is still working it's way to ground level. And I'm going through a towel every few hours because if I don't put one over the wet spot in the rug...well, yeah. Ew. And of course it's right at the doorway to the bathroom, so poor Foot, who's trying to be a good kitty, is reluctant to go to her littlebox because, yuck, wet paws on the way in and out. :P

People are definitely in the pool with the office open, so...yeah. When the current crop of kidfamily gets out, I just might go dunk ass in. :)

Oh, hi there, depression! But I know what's causing it, so I;m telling myself the same thing I'm yelling at the screen whenever Denise shows up to promote her new show. "Get over it. You just don't have one. Deal. And quit whining."

...'Course, I also tell the screen that she's a crazy bitch, and that's why she's alone.

Oh wait...so am I. *g* ;)

Anyhow...oh yeah, and allergies. Suck. Ow.