Rough Night

Steve bought some new pants last week. He asked me to wash them, and I said sure. Apparently I missed a pair. I thought that his new ones were all hanging up the next morning so I washed them or whatever. We also have a coat hanger thing in our bedroom that is a collection pile for his clothes. Usually when pants are hanging up on there I check them to make sure they're wearable another time. No sense sending dress pants to the cleaner everytime you wear them. Well these black pants looked just like his old ones and maybe I was in a hurry, I really dont remember but they passed inspection so I rehung them up.

This morning he pulls the black pair of pants off the hanger, and I guess I miscalculated. They were new, ones he'd worn the next morning the day after he'd bought his pants. I guess I got them mixed up with his old black pants, so I didnt realize they were new. They still had the sticky strip on them from the label and a crease from being folded. Color me retarded for not realizing this. So already he's getting angry at me, accusing me of not caring and huffs off downstairs.

Then he really starts fussing. Last night when I came to bed, it was really hot upstairs. It felt good to me, my fingers and toes were like ice from being downstairs. I'm laying in bed, drifting off and he asks me to go downstairs and turn down the thermostat. I say, "baby its fine up here." And he says, "no I'm really hot." Fine. I get up and go downstairs, but I was just so tired I didnt feel like fucking with the controls trying to figure out what was going to cool him down the fastest so I just clicked it off. Needless to say when he walked down the stairs this morning it was freezing, which he didnt hesitate to tell me.

Then he comes back upstairs and starts going nova on me. About how I just dont care and this and that. I really could go on but I dont think I want to share that much.

Two weeks ago the same thing happened. I forget what, maybe he ran out of sweaters. Sweaters, not button down shirts. So he's upset, then he goes downstairs to find his shoes. Well, he hasnt worn those in a few days so they've been put up in the closet in the shoe rack and I've put the vacuum cleaner away too so they're covering up his shoes. If he had just MOVED the vacuum cleaner and looked behind it he would have found his shoes. So I had to listen to him say some pretty not nice things about me while he was looking for them, and finally I told them where they were and he was like saying, "why does everything have to be so hard." Dude, they were behind the VACUUM CLEANER on the SHOE RACK. THAT'S NOT HARD. Convenient? No. Hard? Definitely not.

I dont know what to do anymore. I swear to God I have cleaned this house til it was spotless but he always finds the TWO things I didnt get/do right and bitches like I'm this horrible person who doesnt care. Its like I cant make a mistake, ever. I really dont know how much longer I can live this way, of never doing things right. I'm so tired of trying and getting it kicked back in my face.

Riding in Cars with Boys

I've had this short story stuck in my head for the past few days. I think I'll blog it when I'm done. We'll see. It all started when I heard a song from back in the day.

I bought a CD last week. The first one I've bought in forever. I felt a little out of place trolling for CDs with all the college kids. Out of place doesnt describe it really. More like, old. Yeah, that's it. Old.

I havent moved out yet but that could be fast approaching. Steve and I are having some problems, and I'm stressing pretty hard. It sucks not having a girlfriend to call up and bitch too. Most of the stress is stemming from my creditors, but when I dont say something the right way or ask the right question, Steve stresses on me. I understand where he's at but honestly he doesnt know how to handle me at all. When I'm freaking out the last thing I need is someone speaking to me the way he does.

This morning he stayed home from work. I guess I didnt get up early enough because he went across the street and grabbed McD's for breakfast. He brought me back a Sausage McMuffin. I hate McMuffins. In all the time we've been together I've never ordered a McMuffin. In fact when it comes to breakfast fast food, its always a bacon egg and cheese biscuit. I know its dumb but that kinda hurt. I mean, doesnt he know my preferences at all?

Its more than that, really. Lately he's been making a lot of snide comments. Its really eating at me. This week I've heard a comment about my weight, appearance, eating habits, time of getting out of bed, how often I go to the gym, how often he works and I dont, his boat going into the water, how and what I cook, and about World of Warcraft. This morning he says to me that I really need to get a job so I can move out because we've been pissing each other off. Yeah, thanks for adding the distance. And while I'm moved out I'll just stay there permanently asshole.

*sigh*

I havent even thought of my wedding recently. I dont want to think about it. I dont want to think about the stupid Justice of the Peace.

And how

So I got that job that I blogged about. One day into training I absolutely hated it, but I wasnt going to say anything. Fortunately I didnt have too. Steve came home and took one look at my face and clothes and said, "Is it that bad?" I nodded, and he said I didnt have to go back. I just didnt want to let Steve down, basically by regressing into old patterns. But we talked about what my problems were with it, and he agreed, and here I am building a new resume.

I'm also in the process of sorting out my debt. I have about $4,000 in debt that we need to pay off before we can marry. There was an eviction notice, and judgement against us, a credit card, a few hospital bills, a stupid cell phone, and a few bounced checks. Sifting through all of this crap paints this picture of what my life used to be, and its not pretty as you can imagine. I cant believe I didnt pay off that credit card, I cant believe I let myself be evicted. I cant believe I played "beat the bank" with post dated checks, and lost mind you.

I'm happy to be paying off these debts, though. I've been using Netbank, which is an online bank, for a checking account because no regular bank in their right minds would hand me a check book. But its been five years and my record was purged. On Friday I walked into a regular banking institution and opened a checking account, that made me feel so good. I really dont want to screw up this new chance, that's for sure.

In case you were wondering, I havent spoken to my mother yet still. I remembered the lady's last name but there is no phone registered to her in Florida, or her husband. If there really was an accident, there's no way I can get ahold of her.

We havent talked anymore about our justice of the peace ceremony. I think we're both a little disappointed because it isnt the way we wanted things to go. Oh well, we'll figure something out.

BIG Changes

I got a job today. Its nothing special and the pay is definitely short of spectacular but the hours are perfect. Monday through Friday 8am-5pm. Eventually I can work part time and the hours are flexible if I need to take off to see my aunt or what have you.

I'm kind of moving out of the house until Steve and I get married. There's more I could say but I dont want too. Suffice to say that we're still getting married and everything is normal. Sort of.

This kills me to say but I think we're going to get married by a Justice of the Peace in about six weeks, and still have another wedding in October. Again, more backstory but not really wanting to get into it.

I sent my aunt a letter today, detailing how I felt about her reaction. She called me today, too, and sounded a bit upset but I'm really not in the mood to talk to her. My life has been moving at light speed since I called her on Saturday and I'd rather wait to get on solid footing before calling her.

Still no word from mother. Hope I dont get into an accident or die, Steve wouldnt know where to start. My biggest fear is that she plans on dumping my sister off on her dad like she did to me. I was about the same age as my sister, just hitting puberty and periods and boys and make up when my mother decided that she needed a "change." She left me with my dad (who I could fill this blog up over his irresponsiblity) for about two years. When I flew down to live with her, she walked right by me at the airport, she didnt even recognize me.

So, I'm a working class schlub again. I dont mind, I was just blogging about how lonely I get. Maybe this will help.

"Henchmen"

Of all the reactions in my life, that was the least expected.

I called my Aunt Judy to find out if she'd spoken to or seen my mother. My aunt said that my mom was supposed to come up this weekend. I asked if my mother was currenton her rent and my aunt said no. I then told her what I knew, which the last I heard was my mom had a job interview at a retailer down there for a manager position and was basically moved down there with the exception of her things. You have to understand, telling my aunt was a moral obligation. My aunt is not some stranger to me, someone who its easier to imagine wouldnt be hurt financially or emotionally. My aunt has helped my mother greatly, greatly, and beyond that she has medical bills from her heart attack. She needs to know what was going on with her property so she can make plans. But last night my aunt attacked me. Me. She told me that my mother put me up to calling her (which isnt true), she told me I was backstabbing her, and she told me I was my mother's henchmen.

I'm pretty speechless right now. My aunt made it clear to me that I should have just kept my mouth shut. So I agonized for nothing, apparently. But if I had to do it all over again, I would still tell her. Not telling her would have been as wrong as my mother. The old me would have shrugged and said, "not my problem." And on one side of the coin it isnt my problem, its my mother's mistake and her thing to work out with my aunt. On the other side of the coin, my aunt could lose money here if the house hasnt been winterized, a pipe could have frozen and busted, anything could happen. Now my aunt atleast knows to ask my mom the hard questions. Man, you dont screw around with somebody's house.

I'm so hurt right now. Doing the right thing sucks. To think so little of me, that I would allow myself to be put up to doing something for my mom like that. My aunt really doesnt know me at all.

Stuff.

The first thing I asked my Aunt Judy for when I got engaged was a wedding quilt. There is something so fascinating about it to me, I am salivating over it. I dont expect it to be particularly beautiful, but I do expect it to be fluffy, crazy, tacky and made with love. We've decided to have two sides that are completely different. The first side will have our names, our wedding date, decorated with ribbons and lace. Think 80's hair and translate that into fabric and decoration for the quilt. The backside will be quilted, but with hearts instead of squares. On the hearts I'm going to have photos of loved ones, my aunt, Steve, my mom, my sister, his daughter, his mother, etc etc. I'm hoping to do this by taking photos and scanning them into the PC, then printing the photos on transfer iron on paper. I dont know how this will turn out, we'll see but I'm hoping it will come out nice. Even if its ugly, it will be a blanket I can have forever and pass onto my children. Or at the very least be buried in it. I can see me now, 80 years old, "Bury me naked wrapped in my quilt."

The wedding planning is going on fairly smoothly, although Steve is mad that I havent been officially dress shopping yet. I went browsing in a store with Aunt Judy and tried on a few things. Nothing fit of course, my aunt informed me that they cut wedding dresses weird so they have to be fitted, thus adding to the price and profit. Good news, I found the dress I want. Oh yes, I found my dress. Its stunning. Perfect. And a whopping $700. I've never spent $700 for anything in my life. Not an article of clothing anyway. I realize its my wedding dress, but damn. I'm hoping to shop around, and maybe catch the dress on sale. If not, I'll cut corners elsewhere.

Oh and how's this for some bullshit? Tita and Al have decided to go to Jamaica now to see us married. Its going to be more expensive for them, I mean, double the price because of the airfare but they're coming now. Amy and Tony were also considering it again too, because Cris guilted them into it til they found out there's no kids at Sandals. I dont feel the least bit guilty about that, too. They had their chance to come with the kids but Amy flat out said no, even after we offered to help them pay. Oh yes, where was I? Back to bitching. Steve doesnt understand how I feel but I'll blog about it anyway. Maybe I can get it out and make sense of it here.

The cruise and the trip to Sandals are equaling the same amount for Steve and I, because we'd have to pay for the wedding on the cruise but Sandals is giving it to us for free. The prices even out for us because of that. But for anyone else who is coming, its going to be twice as expensive because of airfare. When Steve's family decided they werent coming, Steve and I said "Fine, we'll go and have a nice quiet wedding with just our parents down in Jamaica." We can help my mom and Kevin and Steve's parents can afford it. Well, now with Steve's family coming (atleast Tita and Al) I feel like crap because now this small affair I'd planned isnt fair to my aunt and Olivia. How can I say its okay for Tita and Al to be there but not Judy and Olivia? I cant help them come, it is too expensive now. I could have helped them with the cruise easily and they could have afforded the rest of it. At this point I feel its something of a haves vs. the have nots.

Well, you dont have to agree but that is how I feel. And dont suggest me having my wedding here in the states and going on my honeymoon there. I've had about enough of that to last me my lifetime. I want a destination wedding and I'm not compromising. I did that at the start with the cruise and nobody would get on board. I cant explain this need to go somewhere else, well yes I can. My whole life, I mean my whole life, I've lived on a wink and a prayer. Shopping off brands, in thrift stores, finding a bargain everywhere. Always being so fucking broke. And before you say it, this wedding isnt a show of money to me. Its a, "I'm getting one thing nice in my life that nobody can ever take from me." When this wedding is over I'll go back to my normal life of sales and bargains but once I want to say, "I was a princess."

Now, I'm not going overboard with the wedding. Its going to be a very simple affair, with native flowers, and a reception dinner at the Olive Garden here in the states. But I'm having my wedding in Jamaica.

I bought the invitations on clearance at Michaels so I can write my own thingy and print them on the printer, I got a little heart cut out thing for paper edges so I can dress the invitations up a little. I'm going to use a heart stamp and gold ink stamp pad that I have upstairs to decorate it and buy a Thank You stamp. That's >$50 for invitations to the wedding, reception, save the dates, and thank you cards. My cake is going to be two tier, serving only 30 people. That's a small cake and I'll probably get it from a grocery store or someone who bakes cakes for side cash. I'm watching for my dress to go on sale. I'm planning on making my own cake topper, or trolling flea markets for what I want.

The point I'm trying to make is that I'm not being stupid about my wedding. I'm trying to keep the cost under $5k. But I'm going to have this one day that is out of the ordinary and is mine forever to keep in my memory. Is that selfish??

Speaking of selfish, my mother is avoiding me. I'm pretty crushed by this. Hugely so, actually. Things started bugging me awhile back, near Thanksgiving when I cooked dinner for her. Yes, for her. She's my mother and I wanted her approval. She came down Wednesday night, the day before Thanksgiving. I mean, night. It was late, and she spent the night. Jennifer was there that night but was planning on staying at her grandmother's the next night so my mother and sister would have her room to stay in with privacy. My mom was there a little over 24 hours, and then she left. She left my house at 10pm at night when she could easily have stayed another night and left the next morning. If her car had broken down, I'd rather it be in broad daylight rather than at night. Anyway, whatever, so she left.

The next time she came down, was a few days after Christmas. We had a small celebration dinner and she was there for maybe four hours, maybe. She spent (it seemed like) half the damn time outside on the phone with her lesser half. Jesus. Jesus give me strength. I wasnt insulted at the time, I was just happy to see my mom. But the more I think about her behavior, the angrier I get. I know its inconvenient because she cant smoke in my house but what the fuck. I go to her house and suck in her poison without complaint.

So fast forward to today. My mother is avoiding me. She hasnt called me since she left my house, and her cell phone is out of minutes. She uses a prepaid card. I have no contact number for her down there, God forbid anything happen to me or Steve or Aunt Judy, I'd have no way to get a hold of her. It boggles my mind at how irresponsible that is. I guess I should expect it, she doesnt even have health insurance for my sister or herself. I'm really really angry. Just because I'm speaking my mind and she doesnt like what I have to hear, which by the way I havent clubbed her over the head with my opinion although I will now. I'm so disgusted that she hasnt told my aunt. STILL! I have to call my aunt tonight, because I went up there last weekend and she told me that my mom made plans to come to her house this weekend. I'm guessing, and its a good guess, that she hasnt paid rent yet to my aunt and called her to tell her she was in Florida taking care of a sick friend (which is only half of the truth) and will pay her rent when she comes up. So I'm going to call my aunt tonight and find out if my mother came up. If she hasnt, then I'm going to have to tell my aunt the truth.

I hesitate to do this, I've been hesitating even knowing that what my mother is doing is wrong because I feel so caught in the middle. I dont want to screw my mother over but I dont want my aunt to get left holding the bag either. I kept hoping my mom would do the right thing, I kept hoping I wouldnt have to go where I'm going to have to go. Fuck. The thing that hurts the worst is that my mom's avoidance of speaking to me means she doesnt even know my wedding plans. I havent shared our official plans with her, she doesnt know my wedding date, she doesnt know we're going to Jamaica, she doesnt know what my wedding colors are. She doesnt know what I want my dress to look like. Isnt that what mothers are for?

I feel so alone sometimes. Its hard staying at home, I love it but it doesnt change the limiations to friendships. And here I have this wedding, which means so much to me for so many reasons with no one to share it with. I could talk all year long about my wedding, as evidenced by the above, and I dont have anyone to share it with. It feels that way anyhow. Steve, God bless him, is a wonderful man in a no frills kind of way. He's happy to do this wedding my way and he gives his input when I ask for it but its not the same as having ten gabbing girlfriends bubbling over a wedding. I cant tell you how thrilled my aunt is for me, thats all she can talk about and I'm not even her close relative. But she's not my mom. I dont know, I feel so confused about my mom.

It could always be worse, though. I spent more time with Lisa, my Uncle Tony's girlfriend who's daughter and grandaughter died. She's a little ditsy but has a huge heart, and she's devastated by her loss. I dont think its really sunk in yet, even though she found her daughter in the bed. She had to return all of the baby shower gifts, too. Man. My aunt said something to me while I was there visiting. She said, "Chrissy, that's the most animated I've seen Lisa since Lindsey died." My aunt doesnt bullshit. You can always count on her for painful honesty. Dont ask if you dont want an honest answer. When she said that to me, it made me feel so good. It was nice to know that I'd impacted Lisa in a positive way while she was grieving.

Oring is visiting with Judd and Vina. Oring is Cris's sister (Steve's mom), Vina is Oring's daughter and Judd is Vina's husband. Oring and Judd are so nice. I mean, boggle your mind nice. Laid back, quiet, and nice. Judd's a cutie too, hehe but dont tell anyone I said that. Judd and Vina are moving to Singapore in June, which is awesome. I'm totally happy for them, what a great experience. I'm glad to see Oring again too. She's a really sweet lady.

Tita showed us her "big house" today. Its so completely ridiculous I had to stop myself from laughing. Now, Tita is at heart a good person. She's not mean spirited or cruel and she'll always help out family. But she makes no sense. She's pushing 70 and they're buying a house that would disgust most of you. Its just her, her husband Al, and the stupid rat dog Vader. But they're buying this house that's a zillion square feet. Its damn near palatial. I just dont understand it. Sometimes I just want to yell at her, "YOU CANT TAKE THE HOUSE WITH YOU TO HEAVEN!!!" Cris has the right idea. Before she moved in with Amy and Tony, she lived in the townhouse we live in now. Its small, with an extremely affordable house payment. They took the money they would have spent on a larger mortgage and traveled with it. Once a year to Las Vegas, twice a year to Atlantic City, and a few other places. Now that she lives with Amy and Tony, she goes on trips with Hank when he goes on business. He just buys her ticket on his flight and she stays in the hotel with him. When he goes to work she putters around town. This year alone she's going to Hawaii, San Diego, and one other place, besides my wedding in Jamaica. The same thing with Steve and I. Our house payment compared to his income is peanuts. We could have a house twice the size, but we'd rather travel. I understand that houses are an investment, but lets not go overboard here. Steve says he'd rather be comfortable than house poor, whatever that means. I just dont get it. I guess Tita and I are horses of a different color.

Ha. I'm a horse!

Yeah, I'm done.

Sandals, here we come!

Yep, its official. We're going to Sandals to get hitched. The wedding date is October 20th at 4:30p.m. On the beach even.

I'm so happy that its finally settled. I hated having things hanging in the air, and people asking me questions. I felt like the biggest buffoon saying "I'm not sure yet." Especially because I was so excited about the cruise.

The fun part comes in picking a dress. First, I expect to lose some weight between now and the wedding (hopefully 40lbs) which means lots of fittings. Then, I'm very particular about what I want to wear because it is going to take place outdoors on a beach. It would be silly to have a 6ft train dragging in the sand but I still would like a wedding dress that looks like a wedding dress. And of course, it has to be within my price range. Yeah, the dress is going to be a nightmare. Everything else is cake.

So my life is unexciting, as I'm sure you all realize that by now. I'm still hoping that my mom will tell Judy whats going on but its literally coming down to the midnight hour. I'll have to call my aunt Judy tonight and fish, see if my mom has even called her and when rent is due.

I was supposed to go and visit my aunt this past weekend but there was a death in the family. This is so sad, and senseless. My aunt has a son named Tony. Tony's in his 40's and dating a very nice woman of a similar age with children. One of the girlfriends' daughter's became pregnant, she was in her third year of college. Apparently she was a good student, got good grades and didnt drink, smoke, or party. Unfortunately she was overweight, and had terrible eating habits. When she became pregnant her blood pressure went up, and she continued to eat poorly. No veggies, fast food, soda, that kind of crap. The young woman was only 3 weeks from her delivery date, when she had a heart attack in bed and died. The mother found her in bed the next morning. The worst part is the baby was full term, he could have lived outside the womb. So my aunt's son is a wreck. He and his girlfriend move back in with my aunt, because they just cant stand to be in the same house where the girl died. I cant blame them, that's so awful.

Wedding Bells and the blues

My mom still hasnt told Aunt Judy she's planning on moving out. I'm going to see my Aunt Judy this weekend, and if Mom still hasnt told her, I will. Its not that I want to get into their business, or start a fight, but my mom is flat out wrong and my Aunt deserves to know what's going on. Better take some tums.

Poor Pita. The dumb cat ate something he shouldnt have (God only knows what) and it gave him the runs for days, til finally he couldnt make it to the litterbox. I took him to the veterinarian and he perscribed some pills that made Pita behave like a crack head. It was pretty awful, he couldnt get comfortable, couldnt sit still. I dont think he slept the first two days. Steve and I had a running joke about the vet, because I've never seen another customer in there. I mean, they've talked about other customers in front of me, but I've never actually seen any. I think its time to switch vet offices.

I went to the gym, finally, and got weighed. I lost 1 lb with no exercise over the holiday (because of my back and the cold), my arms and waist got a bit smaller but my hips, ass, and bust got bigger. Go figure. I gave up soda, and am leaving a bite of everything behind that I eat. Hopefully that will help. I really cant complain, because at the very least I didnt gain anything over the holiday, which is pretty good I guess.

I'm cracking down on the wedding planning. We'd put it off til after the holidays, mostly because we wanted some time to think our plans over. I knew I wanted a destination wedding as soon as Steve suggested it, so even though we're not doing the cruise we're still going somewhere for our wedding. I'm leaning heavily towards a Sandals Resort in Ocho Rios, in Jamaica. Sandals has the best balance between cost and things to do at the resort, plus the wedding is free if we stay 5+ nights which we planned to do anyway. The only thing I'm wrestling with now is a budget. We want to keep it reasonable, and not go into debt for our wedding but we also want to have a nice time. The biggest thing we're waiting on is to see how much of a raise Steve is getting this year. We're hoping it will be high since his resume landed his company a nice fat contract but who knows.

I've been filling up my wedding notebook like a mad woman. Pictures of dresses, invitations, flowers, colors, ideas. I've decided on the wedding favors which is an odd thing to pick so early but I guess it was just easy with what we'd planned. I'm going to pick up some medium to small sized metal buckets from any old craft store, and starfish magnets. I'll fill the buckets with some saltwater taffy, a few sea shells, and wrap it with blue cellophane. I dont imagine it will cost a whole lot, but the guest list is so small anyway.

I think butterflies will be a theme at my wedding. I realize they're somewhat overdone, but its very symbolic for me. I've thought about this a lot the past few weeks, about my life. I've grown so much in the past two years, in so many ways. I really do feel like a butterfly. I was reading through a bridal magazine today, and it was like a neon sign to me, this tiny advertisement to have butterflies released at weddings. I'm looking into it, and its actually affordable. I can probably sacrifice something to do that, but until I have hard numbers I wont know for sure.

I spoke with my Aunt about the wedding, thats all she can talk about. She's one of those women that can take a rubber band and twine and make it look like a million bucks. She's absolutely thrilled to impart her wisdom on me, and for the most part I'm happy to listen. Anyway, she's horrified that I havent picked my wedding colors yet. I didnt think it was such a big fat hairy deal. So that lit a fire under my ass and I'm thinking that I like shades of soft purple and blue, with bright blue touches. I wont know for sure til I talk more to the Sandals people.

Steve has been awesome during this whole thing. When his whole family refused to come on the Cruise, I said, "lets just run away and get married, and have a small dinner here." Then I said, "lets have a courthouse wedding here, and small reception and go have a second wedding at Sandals." Then I said, "lets get married at Sandals, and whoever comes, comes." Each time I changed my mind, he didnt roll his eyes or take me less seriously. Although he did laugh and accuse me of trying to give him a heart attack.

I'm so lucky I get to marry him. Weddings are only as good as the person you are marrying and the committment you are making. I'd marry him in a muddy field next to an outhouse if that was my only option. The fact that I get to have a destination wedding makes it that much sweeter.

Pita to the rescue!

The last few days have been the roughest I've had in awhile. Never fear, Pita is here! And, Spooky and Steve too, hehe.

Spooky has never been a silly antics type cat, she's just very affectionate when I'm upset and has been the past few days. Pita on the other hand, well lets just say his name should be changed to Do-do for all of the dumb stuff he's done these past few days.

It started out the night everything happened. I was laying in bed, having trouble falling asleep when I hear this paper bag start rattling. Do-do was playing with a small, Bath and Body Works bag. It's 2am and I'm like, "crum, should I beat his butt now or wait it out and hope Steve doesnt wake up?" Do-do then proceeds to get his head caught in the handle, and cant get it off. He jumps down, bag flapping behind him like a little cape and I hear, "what is that stupid cat doing?"

I chase him down, take off his cape and throw it in the bathroom, shutting the door so Do-do couldnt get to it again. I thought that would be the end of it, but no. There were two more incidents involving the bag.

The next morning I went into the bathroom to do my morning business and Do-do followed me in. He gets himself stuck in the bag, again, only this time he's all twisted in it and cant move. I just shake my head, exasperated, and untangle him from the bag, hanging it on the linen closet door knob.

Time goes by and I'm doing stuff around the house. When its time for my shower, Do-do follows me back into the bathroom. He spies his bag, and starts knocking it from underneath. He does this a few times, til finally he knocks it off the handle. All thats in this bag is some tissue paper. It has no weight at all. But when that bag landed on his head you'da thunk it was the sky falling down. He tore out of that bathroom like the bag just bit his ear off and spit in his eye.

I shake my head, laughing at the dumb cat and take my shower. I get out, blow dry my hair and do other girly things to prep for the day. I'm in and out of the bathroom doing this, and I hear Do-do start meowing. As far as cats go, he's quiet. He doesnt even meow for food. So, I walk out of the bathroom to check him out, and he ambushes my legs. Apparently, hosiery offends him and must be destroyed at all costs. Do-do did this a few other times, luring me out of the bathroom with his piteous mewlings only to jump at my legs. He's so lucky he's been declawed. If he'd run my pantyhose I dont think we would have reconciled that.

Last night, Steve came into the computer room to play World of Warcraft with me. Steve spies Do-do in his chair, and he says, "Pita, thats my chair, get out." Then Steve, who "wouldnt care if the cat were gone tomorrow" picks Do-do up off his chair, sits down in it, and puts Do-do in his lap. Then, Steve, who always picks on me when he catches me talking to the cats, says, "Uh oh Pita, I dont know if we can play WoW tonight buddy. I think the log in servers are down." Priceless. So so priceless. I think I snickered for a half hour over that one.

Which brings us to today. I go into the bathroom and am standing in front of the sink, preparing for my shower. Do-do sees me in the bathroom and jumps into the sink, alternating between staring at me to turn the water on and twitching his tail (thanks Steve). Something made me reach out, and snap on the faucet full force, then turn it off. And, he just sat there. He licked himself, then turned expectantly to me to turn on his faucet to a healthy dribble. I couldnt help myself, I turned it on full blast and off again. This time, he got smart and lept out of the sinking, purposely knocking over everything in his path in his grand escape.

Hopping down onto the floor, he sees that his side has become the water faucet he was seeking. His fur is long, but not thick so it doesnt hold water. Water just runs off of him rather than soaking in. So, he's chasing himself in circles, trying to play with the water dripping off his fur. The mess was worth the laughing I got from that one.

Cats are definitely therapuetic. Usually. Sometimes.

*giggle*