You know? I am not having a good week.
Mongo car repair bill, I've been without a car all week (actually walked over to Hampden to buy booze today because I could use some, so at least I got a 3 mile walk, right?) and just now I had my laptop running on battery and it shut down after a ridiculously short period of time and is only now recharging. And the condition is Check Battery. Which means the battery is probably getting to the end of its lifespan. At least now it is charging. It was refusing to for a bit. I don't know if maybe it got unplugged during the day (not a first, the cats are the culprits.)
I'm just not in the mood. AT ALL.
things happened in my life that were not appropriate
NO ASSHOLE, YOU CHOSE to do things that were not appropriate. YOU DID. It didn't just "happen." Asshole.
You really aren't having a good week, Sara.
but the bluejays would harass and dive bomb our cat whenever she went outside
Bluejays used to dive bomb my first dog, a collie/husky/spaniel mix, and he learned to snap them right out of the air. Then the cat would eat the bluejay. There was a pile of blue feathers on the deck frequently.
We used to speculate that the Vanderbilt squirrels, isolated on a tree-filled campus surrounded by lethal streets. They had no fear. Once I was between a tree and the garbage can a squirrel was jumping to. The squirrel landed in my cleavage.
2-Storey Snow Sculpture of Batman
Sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you...
The Gingrich thing reminds me of the recent Chris Brown WAHWAHWAH, saying the people who chose to cut him out and froze him after the Rihianna abuse incident need to get over it; they aren't acting right and they need to realize everyone has "mishaps."
COCKPUNCH.
The squirrel landed in my cleavage.
::falls over laughing::
I think that's better than me stabbing myself in the ass.
sara, you need a break this week. And a drink.
Sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you...
I feel the horrible urge to yell, "Blucher!"
