So it’s been a really long few days in our household, and everyone is a little short on sleep… Not for any good reason. Just (as Mama Fry of Autism With a Side of Fries says) “because autism”.
So instead of a real post today, you’re getting a mishmash of random bits of whatnot. Most of them make me laugh, but I don’t get out much. Plus I’ve got the sleep-deprivation giggles, so chances are good none of this is nearly as entertaining as I want it to be.
But I’ll start with Walter. He’s such a good, sweet cat. Admittedly, he’s a lot of cat, but all he really wants is love (specifically he wants all the love). Plus he lets me rub that belly...
And then there’s Donny. When we adopted him, we were told he was about two years old. Seriously he acts like a little naughty kid, though, so we wouldn’t be surprised to find out he’s much younger than that. Or maybe he’s just an asshole—it can be hard to tell with cats.
Seriously though, that jump at the end gets me every time...
And then, of course, there’s my favorite young man taking advantage of the fact that I was wearing short sleeves. And while he didn’t do this at the checkout of our favorite local convenience store (and it’s not on the looser more flabby upper arm that he targeted in that incident), he still did a great job of making some good fart sounds.
Or there’s Ugly Sweater Day from work… Anyone who knows me knows I do not half-ass any opportunity to dress up—especially if it gives me an opportunity to embarrass myself. This year’s annual holiday dress-up event was no exception.
But if you’ve been here long, you’ll surely know how our luck tends to turn simple things into ridiculous stories…
One morning last month Kirk came in from taking Nolan out to the bus and tossed his house key onto the kitchen counter. Somehow, it slid off of the far side of the counter and ended up underneath the stove. He was heading out for his morning run, and I needed to get ready for work. I told him I would see if I could retrieve it, but he suggested waiting until I was home from work that evening to pull the whole appliance out from the wall.
Stubborn as I am, I found my headlamp and grabbed the yard stick to at least try to rescue his keys. After a short while, I was getting frustrated at my inability to retrieve the keys—I could see them and knew that I was hitting them, but all I managed to retrieve was dust and crumbs.
At this point, it occurred to me that the very bottom of the appliance (underneath the oven) is a drawer. If I could pull the drawer out, I could probably just reach through and grab them. This is where Walter and Donny decided to come help.
After removing the cats from the drawer, the drawer from the stove, and the big cat from the space that I’d just pulled the drawer and both cats from, I could finally see the keys.
Of course the keys had not only slipped underneath a major appliance, but one of the keys had managed to bury itself in the crack between the laminate flooring and the wall. Honestly all I could do was laugh. Of all the things that could possibly go wrong, this one would never have even occurred to me.
But now that the path was clear of cats, random under-oven storage, and more cats, I could finally reach my goal. I’m sure Walter was disappointed that I wouldn’t let him help (there wasn’t enough space under there for both of us). But I like to hope he appreciated the fact that I have thumbs and could therefore pull the stuck key out of its hidey hole.
Most disappointing prize ever...
And now, I’m going to try to get some rest to get through the work week, weeknight routines and whatever else the universe throws our way. So you’ll excuse me while I go giggle myself to sleep over something ridiculous..