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I want to wish everyone a Merry & Happy Christmas. I hope you have a wonderful day and you get to eat yummy food.

So what are your plans today?

It’s just me, Kevin, and my male fat cat Church.

I’m going to make a holiday ham. Other than that, we’re chillin' the whole day. I plan on doing some writing and reading. I have to clean my house, but it’s Christmas, so the mundane things can wait, right? I have tomorrow off, so I can clean my house then.

I bought myself a Kindle 7 inch HDX last night on Amazon. I suck at technology, but my friends tell me it’s super easy to use, and I’ll love it. I mainly got it so I can sit on the couch and hop on the internet. I prefer to read a paperback book over reading it on a device. However, it’ll be nice to have the Kindle, just in case I have to read a book on it. A good friend of mine in England bought me a case for it for Christmas, so I’m all hooked up J

Anyway, have a good one.

Cheers!

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On Monday night my cat Church started wailing in a high-pitched sound. With a pounding heart, I dashed out to the other room and found him rolling on his back with his fat belly sticking up.

He was fine.

I think he got a cramp or something.

I don’t know.

But WTF?

On Tuesday, I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

My husband ALWAYS puts the toilet seat down.

Not this time!

I went to sit on the toilet and almost fell in.

WTF?

Our hall light is out. In order to put a new one in, we need a ladder. Our ladder is in the shed, but we can’t get to it because our yard is still buried in snow. I got up Wednesday morning for work, got dressed, and carefully went down the stairs in the dark. Without incident, I made it safely to the living room. I went to turn on the lamp on the end table beside the couch and tripped. Church bellowed out a pissed off meow. I yelled back at him because he shouldn’t be under my feet, especially in the dark. But he gave me an attitude anyway.

WTF?

I woke up this morning to my car covered in snow and it was still snowing.

It’s April!

WTF?

At work a customer hasn’t paid his propane bill in months. He owes more than $1,400.00. He called this afternoon. He was out of propane and demanded some. I told him he hadn’t paid his bill in months, how much he owed, and he needed to pay on his account. He made some pity party, lame ass excuse to why he hadn’t paid. Of course, it wasn’t his fault. I’ve heard it all–BTW: my bill fell under my refrigerator, my bill fell underneath the mat in my truck, I had to pay my real bills, etc. etc. I told him he still needed to pay, and he got really rude with me as if I was the bad person.

WTF?

It’s Thursday night as I’m typing this. I’ll post this tomorrow morning, so I wonder if I’ll run into any more WTFs by Friday night. But regardless of the WTFs, it'll be Friday!

Yay!

Happy Friday!

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I have a four-legged kid named Church. I named him after the cat in Stephen King’s book Pet Semtary.
　
　

This is Church. He’s a handsome boy. Don’t you think?

He’s the coolest cat ever, but lately he’s been a pain-in-the-ass. He wants either in or outside. Or he wants to go in the basement. He can’t make up his frickin’ mind. He’ll come in for a few minutes, and then he wants to go back outside. He’ll go outside for a few minutes, and then he wants back in. And he meows, and meows, and meows. However, he gets away with it because he does stuff like this.
　

He’s just too damn cute to stay mad at, and he likes to snuggle. Also, when he’s not complaining or whining, he has a cute disposition. And he’s funny. He gets big points for silliness. But he does get in his moods, and sometimes when I’m writing, he won’t stop interrupting me. Again, he’ll meow and meow and meow, or he’ll scratch at the carpet, which he knows not to do, or he’ll attack my arm. So then I’ll threaten him. I tell him if he continues with his crap, his ass is staying outside. Amazingly enough, he chills out and goes to sleep. I think I’m going to have to do that this morning because as I’m writing this, he’s banging the cupboard door in the kitchen. He likes to go in the cupboards. But see, I’m trying to write, and he’s being a brat. Now, he’s meowing. It’s a pathetic meow, like he has it SO hard. Poor baby. Kevin is making crying sounds (LOL), telling Church he’s a wuss.

Kids. It doesn’t matter if they’re human or furry, we choose to share our life with them. And even though sometimes they’re a pain-in-the-ass; we still love them.

Now, I need to go kick some kitty ass because he’s attacking my leg.