Sometimes cold and scared, and sometimes I cry

Yep, it’s Monday. I walk out to the kitchen as my mom is going back to bed. “Good Morning! How’re you?!” “Good morning, I’ve been awake for four minutes.” I don’t remember her being such a morning person.

I slept ok. Started off under the covers, woke up in the middle of the night, and got dressed and climbed above the covers. Woke up when my alarm went off under the covers. I slept, but it didn’t feel restful.

Meh.

It’s hard to be positive, especially when I’m so powerless up here. It’s even harder to try to be positive for two people. When one person is in a terrible mood, it’s hard to use the power of words to help the sad/mad/pissed off person. I’m trying as hard as I can to stay happy, footloose and fancy free. It’s hard. I hate being this powerless. There’s a coffee cup on her site. Click it. Buy her a coffee. It’s more than I can do right now. I can only offer words. Y’all can move mountains. I’m completely ineffective. I’m just the douchebag on the couch trying to come up with puns that aren’t puns, so maybe I’ll get her to giggle.

Because, puns can heal.

Ok, no they can’t but sometimes, just sometimes, they can be funny. But not really.

So last night while I was chatting with Crystal I watched a little cat wander down Main St, not caring that they were about 12 feet from a dog. They wandered and laid down on some warm pavement inform of the grocery store. I went over and she wasn’t scared, came over for pets and loves. I sent some pictures to Crystal, and said she looked skinny and probably thirsty.

So I went home and got some water, and walked back. She was still there and was uninterested in water, just licking my fingers. Finally she did drink then curled up in my lap. My mom said I’m not allowed to take the cat home, because her two cats would be pissed off. Besides she says, it’s the vets cat. That’s ok. Just had a 10 minute friend. I haven’t had a kitty snuggle down in my lap for a long time.

Oh, and if you were supposed to by a Christmas tree from Crystal this weekend, and you flaked on her….

You’re a cunt, and I hope that your brakes fail as you’re pulling into your garage.

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