If that changes, I'll be back later on. If not, I'll catch y'all tomorrow.
The moggies knocked over my mosaic lamp last night and smashed that motherfucker to bits. The Moms used to say: You can't have anything nice when you have kids. Apparently that shit applies to cats, too. I shook a finger at the furry little fucks and said, "You can't have anything nice when you have cats. Fuckers." C'est vrai, man. C'est vrai.
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Yes. I used to not have nice things because of the children. Now it is the dogs. Life does begin when the children all move out and the last dog dies. Or cat.
I agree with Ms Moon.
I have nice things and unbelievably the animals haven't broken much over all these years. They do shed though.
My husband has been saying the same thing as your moms since the first kid learned to stand and bang shit on the furniture. Now that the kids know better, the dog trashes the joint for them, mostly carpet, but he took out a chunk of drywall this winter crashing his teeth into the wall running around like an animal! Cabin fever is taking a toll. The kitters ruined by claw gouging my great grandma's Victrola and my grandfather's drop front desk. I have no problem with any of this as I quit caring years ago. At least that's the story I tell myself.
Heavy sigh.
Sorry about your lamp.
sorry about your lamp.
this will make you feel better:
somehow cat got locked in linen closet last night.
woke up this morning to cat crying and a closet full of cat diarrhea.
Bethany,
Jesus. I live in fear of one of the cats getting trapped in the closet (with Tom Cruise) when I leave for work, so I always do a damn head count before I leave.
Sorry about your morning. Damn, that sucks.
Love you so!
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