Please feel free to add your own invisible rants... And thanks to Stephy who listened patiently when I originally had this rant on the phone.
I love this post. I have days like this more often than I'd care to admit. And I hate it when my to-do lists go to two pages, my energy level is nil, and I've forgotten something as important as cat food. Like yours, my car has a mind of her own.
Let's see, you're six months pregnant, hot and sweaty and hormore-crazy, and you're MOVING? You are a much much braver woman than I could ever be. My hat's off to you, Witchy.
Great post. I'm with jondude here. When you violate the social contract, you ought to forfeit its privileges.
I'm glad you are moving into a nicer new home, and can sympathize with the overwhelming task of packing/unpacking. Keep smiling and remember to put on a Beach Boys CD or two, that's always good for an energy boost!
Thank you for the update. Chance is one brave young fellow. I'm glad he was able to go fishing.
My cat Satin steals hair doodles to play with, too. And all cats chase invisible insects called umsquatches that only they can see.
Male pattern channel surfing. I hate it, too. Just pick one program and watch it.
Thinking of you and wishing you continued recovery.
Nice, makes me think of some south american short stories. magical rreralism and all that. I hope you'll post the rest of it.
What a delightful post, and I love the pictures. Thank you for bringing a smile to my face and being such a terrific young woman. My husband and I love to go to parks and zoos. We've fed giraffes and a rhinoceros.
Congratulations on winning your medal. I agree with baseeker that you and your friends are our hope for the future. Thank you for adding me as a friend.
Warm and friendly e-hug contained in this email!
Lost my own Mom in April 2005, and my Dad in May 2003. Miss them both. Like you, I'm grateful that I had the opportunity to make amends while they were alive. Visit Dad at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery in Point Loma, CA. Mom's ashes were put into the Atlantic Ocean as she wished. Neither one wanted a memorial service of any kind, which saddened me and my sister, but we respected their wishes. I laugh at myself when I go to Point Loma cuz I know Dad's not really there -- but I sit by his resting place and talk to him anyway, and I like to think he hears me somewhere, somehow. He was a good man. Mom was a very unhappy woman right up to her death, but she always did her best. I still love them, I always will love them.