And to round out the evening, some jackass tried to mug my friend in front of my house right before 9 (she often parks there, for safety reasons-namely she knows I am home and quick on the 911 trigger.) She screamed every sort of bad word at him and he ran away. I met her halfway up my walk just as she connected to 911 and I'd dialed 9-1.
Cops admired Pumpkin, who was quite showing off, and then we took a trip to the station to talk to detectives.
For the record, she's planning on parking in front of my house from here on out. She was composing a parking yelp review for my security response time while we were waiting.
Also, post-cry face at a police station gets you a lot of concerned queries. I felt like writing on the chalkboard behind me MY CAT IS DEAD. Except I couldn't find any chalk.
This fucking day.
Hugs to all cats and their people. And all critters and their people.
ION, I've been working on dealing with the workings of my brain, making myself ask "Why are you doing that?" when my mind goes in directions that aren't pleasant. It's been very helpful, but, wow, it's wearying to have to be so vigilant. I am in awe of the people who have real issues, as opposed to my minor defects, that you have the energy and will to persevere through all of it.
Oh, sara, that's too much in one day. I'm so sorry about Devi.
What's the last thing that made you smile unexpectedly?
Two young women had two toddlers out today, and stopped on the corner across from me to part ways. They told the toddlers (definitely under two, but at least 18 months) to say goodbye, and the little girl leaned over very carefully and laid her head on the little boy's shoulder and put her arms around him. He even patted her back for a second.
Geez, Sara, that's awful!!!
I love gooey butter cake. And have had plenty of sweet tea! I will have to yelp BBQ places.
Right now I'm just irked that the hotel wifi is completely not working. So I can't do work, but I also can't read the Internet in peace on my iPad. I have to use my phone. Which is a PiTA. Grump grump grump.
Oh, sarameg, why today? I'm really glad you were there for your friend, but jeez, universe, a break, please?
Apparently, sara's week did not get the memo that last week (aka "This fucking week") is over. Hopefully it just got confused and thought Monday-Monday
Sara, I'm so sorry about Devi. It's always so hard.
In re: the dead eyed parents: those that don't have kids can't understand the level of exhaustion that you reach sometimes. Doesn't mean you don't love your kids or that you're dead inside. Just friggin' tired after years of sleep deprivation. My kid didn't sleep through the night for about 2.5 years. YEARS, people! I still don't know how any of us survived it. I'm just hoping with all I've got that the next one is a sleeper. Signed, Dead Eyes
It's been ages since I was in Jeff City, but I always remember going to a Chinese restaurant there. Other than that, I'd go for catfish.
