Right?!

In actual fact, is was ELEVEN piles of shit, spread out over a room and a hallway. This morning? 8 more.

I feel for the kitty. I do. It must feel terrible.

I'm also totally boggled that, knowing this behavior is expected, they didn't leave me any equipment to deal with the biohazard. Nothing.

I ran into a walker friend of mine who, upon hearing this, regaled me with the story of a client of hers who did the same thing and had no paper towels or tp available. The walker left a note, "Hey. I used your dishtowels and napkins. You might want to throw those away."

Maybe it is my sleepless, barfy, persecuted frame of mine (oh, and my toilet isn't working either...seriously, a shitty day), but that story cracks me up every time I think of it.

Wow, Bonny. I do think from the stories you've shared lately that it's well past time you start saying no more often. I'm so sorry that so many seem to want to take advantage of your sincere compassion and generosity.

I started my day with my first 5K (training or race) in more than a month. My training group all dressed for the theme--as did almost everyone who attended--which was Awesome 80s! It was truly bodacious. Radical. Totally.

I posted a couple of pics on FB and have two up on Flickr if anyone wants to see. My two besties and I wore Rainbow Bright costumes (rainbow arm and leg warmers, tutus, headbands), and we ended the day posing in front of a DeLorean.

I was worried about how my knee would hold up, but it did pretty well. My time was good, and now I've taken Advil and am icing it. I feel good about starting up again.

Sounds like a good run, Pix!

"Hey. I used your dishtowels and napkins. You might want to throw those away."

"Hey. I used your dishtowels and napkins. You might want to throw those away."

Not just you. That's hilarious.

Wow, Bonny. I do think from the stories you've shared lately that it's well past time you start saying no more often. I'm so sorry that so many seem to want to take advantage of your sincere compassion and generosity.

This. Please god tell me you at least got paid.

Stay strong, Empress.

Disclaimer so you won't worry: no pit bulls were harmed during this event.

I went over to an acquaintance's house to help her with a roof issue (ended up beyond my powers but I got her our guy's number). We were up in her bedroom, looking out the open window to the roof below which was never flashed where it meets the siding of the 2nd floor. She has three dogs, one of whom is a crazyass 3 yo pitbull escape artist.

You see where this is going, don't you?

Dog doesn't peer out window. Dog just fucking JUMPS out, squeezing between the two of us, scrabble-slides down the roof, and falls 12 feet to the patio. Cue heart attacks for both us humans. Luckily she kind of landed and rolled to one side, and was FINE. Totally fine. No cuts, no soreness, no limping, no nothing. JFC.

Dogs, man.

Darby popped her collar off at a busy intersection yesterday in a dispute over which side of the street to walk on. Fortunately she then considered the matter settled and remained standing in place while I had my heart attack and reattached her.

We did not cross the street. Dog 1, Brenda -12.

Oh wow. Both dogs, behave and quit scarin the humans!

Ran this morning, which was awesome. Not so awesome probably was the McDonalds for breakfast afterward. ;)

Then a debacle with the Nordstrom personal shopping (the manager has apologized and will probably buy us lunch on Monday when we come aback) but we may have found some good wedding shoes, so yay.

Wow, Bonny. I do think from the stories you've shared lately that it's well past time you start saying no more often. I'm so sorry that so many seem to want to take advantage of your sincere compassion and generosity.

This, many times.

Ya know. I'm a believer in signs. Or, at least, patterns.

I realize I've told some pretty pathetic stories over the last couple of years.

And they all add up to what you said, Pix. I'm becoming friends with the word 'no'.

Somehow, I'd fancied myself a person of good boundaries.

You all have my permission to laugh sarcastically.

Right. [dusting hands]

I am striving to do this without rancor, but I am making some declarations to the people around me.

When I go to return the cat key tomorrow, and smonster you better believe I'm going to _ask_ to be paid, I am taking a card for the pet sitting service and giving it to the owner for all their future needs.

I'm going to wait to see if the former friend comes up with any help for my medical bills. Then, I'm going to ask her not to call me anymore and make clear that I will not be calling her.

My landlord, who today said that he could not get anyone to look at my toilet until Tuesday, is getting a call from the city next week to inquire about the complaint I lodged today.

By the way, I made a great deal of noise and actually threw things after the aforementioned conversation. Miraculously, a plumber showed up at my door 20 minutes later.

I don't want to be the screamy, hateful type, but I am not sure what else to do just yet.

Love and warm hugs to them as need 'em.