Two days ago I went into the backyard to dump Johan's cage (it was cleaning day). The grass is about up to my knees at the moment because it hasn't been mowed since Memorial Day weekend. As I was walking through, I glimpsed something small, fury, and quite obviously dead. Somehow I managed to not completely lose my shit. Instead, I finished what I had to do, hurried into the house, and said to the Bat "there is something dead in your backyard."
He was unconcerned. Granted, he wasn't feeling well and had been napping, but still. If I tell you there is something dead in the back yard your response shouldn't be "good, I hope it's a cat"* but, rather, "I'm so sorry! Are you OK? Did you accidentally touch it? Let me go take care of it right away. No, let me fix you a drink and fetch your beloved stuffed cow and then I'll go take care of it. You stay right here ok, sugar plum?" But not our Bat. He did eventually go check it out and informed me that it was a rat. That made it worse and I became obsessed and made him tell me if it was a particularly ugly rat. He thought I meant was it decomposing or eaten but I just meant, was it an ugly rat. It wasn't. That made it somewhat better.
But I still can't go back there ever again because either 1: the backyard has turned into rat kingdom or 2: the backyard is riddled with big rat corpses.
Fortunately, that was the only trauma suffered this weekend. Not a lot got done but it was still nice. The Bat and I watched a lot of movies, I did a lot of laundry and did some cleaning. There was a lot of lunch meat involved. OK, that sounds really awful. I just mean that the Bat and I have taken to getting lunch meat and cheese from the deli section and making awesome sandwiches. He makes true Dagwood's but that's too much for me so I make mini Dagwood's. So mostly, it was just a chill weekend. We didn't go anywhere other than the occasional (and separate) trips to the store and his trip to his folks' house to talk with his dad about work stuff. The Bat does owe me one nice thing though, because he didn't want to go to Target with me but then asked me to pick things up for him. I did, because I was nice. Now he owes me. I want a massage but, unfortunately, the Bat hurt his back yet again, whilst at his parents' house. Woe is me.
Work has picked up a bit but I'm still a little nervous about this whole reorg business. Two of our remote people are flying in tomorrow and my friend KC and the Sunshine Band suggested it was so that we would all be together for part two of the reorg news. Maybe I'll find out where I'm going, if I'm going somewhere, and who I'll be reporting to. My main concern is that I still have a job, which KC assured me was the case. I always get freaked out about unemployment for some reason. But let's not think of that and end on a happier note.
I watched so much Pretty Little Liars that I've finally started wearing jewelry again and putting more effort into my appearance on a daily basis. I have no idea why and simply blame that show because I marveled at how accessorized the characters are. It feels good and it was about damned time that I brush off my long neglected pretty things. I even bought some cheap stuff from Walmart yesterday because cheap bangles and necklaces are fun and at $5 a pop, totally worth it. Now all I need to do is start remembering to put on lipstick or at least lip gloss because even with the other makeup, I look faded without it. But if that is my main concern, I've nothing to complain about.
Here's to a new week. Cheers!
*I've mentioned before that the Bat shoots the feral cats in the neighborhood. He does, with an air rifle. He doesn't actually kill them but he'd like to since the city won't do anything about them unless you catch them. At least one of them just had a litter of kittens so there are a ton of them running around. I don't know when this happened, but sometime in the last few years, four of these cats pinned Bailey to the fence and tore up her face. I think that is when the Bat started shooting them, because not only did they hurt his dog, he was also worried about what might happen to Monkey should she be sunbathing out back.
He was unconcerned. Granted, he wasn't feeling well and had been napping, but still. If I tell you there is something dead in the back yard your response shouldn't be "good, I hope it's a cat"* but, rather, "I'm so sorry! Are you OK? Did you accidentally touch it? Let me go take care of it right away. No, let me fix you a drink and fetch your beloved stuffed cow and then I'll go take care of it. You stay right here ok, sugar plum?" But not our Bat. He did eventually go check it out and informed me that it was a rat. That made it worse and I became obsessed and made him tell me if it was a particularly ugly rat. He thought I meant was it decomposing or eaten but I just meant, was it an ugly rat. It wasn't. That made it somewhat better.
But I still can't go back there ever again because either 1: the backyard has turned into rat kingdom or 2: the backyard is riddled with big rat corpses.
Fortunately, that was the only trauma suffered this weekend. Not a lot got done but it was still nice. The Bat and I watched a lot of movies, I did a lot of laundry and did some cleaning. There was a lot of lunch meat involved. OK, that sounds really awful. I just mean that the Bat and I have taken to getting lunch meat and cheese from the deli section and making awesome sandwiches. He makes true Dagwood's but that's too much for me so I make mini Dagwood's. So mostly, it was just a chill weekend. We didn't go anywhere other than the occasional (and separate) trips to the store and his trip to his folks' house to talk with his dad about work stuff. The Bat does owe me one nice thing though, because he didn't want to go to Target with me but then asked me to pick things up for him. I did, because I was nice. Now he owes me. I want a massage but, unfortunately, the Bat hurt his back yet again, whilst at his parents' house. Woe is me.
Work has picked up a bit but I'm still a little nervous about this whole reorg business. Two of our remote people are flying in tomorrow and my friend KC and the Sunshine Band suggested it was so that we would all be together for part two of the reorg news. Maybe I'll find out where I'm going, if I'm going somewhere, and who I'll be reporting to. My main concern is that I still have a job, which KC assured me was the case. I always get freaked out about unemployment for some reason. But let's not think of that and end on a happier note.
I watched so much Pretty Little Liars that I've finally started wearing jewelry again and putting more effort into my appearance on a daily basis. I have no idea why and simply blame that show because I marveled at how accessorized the characters are. It feels good and it was about damned time that I brush off my long neglected pretty things. I even bought some cheap stuff from Walmart yesterday because cheap bangles and necklaces are fun and at $5 a pop, totally worth it. Now all I need to do is start remembering to put on lipstick or at least lip gloss because even with the other makeup, I look faded without it. But if that is my main concern, I've nothing to complain about.
Here's to a new week. Cheers!
*I've mentioned before that the Bat shoots the feral cats in the neighborhood. He does, with an air rifle. He doesn't actually kill them but he'd like to since the city won't do anything about them unless you catch them. At least one of them just had a litter of kittens so there are a ton of them running around. I don't know when this happened, but sometime in the last few years, four of these cats pinned Bailey to the fence and tore up her face. I think that is when the Bat started shooting them, because not only did they hurt his dog, he was also worried about what might happen to Monkey should she be sunbathing out back.
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