back to bed
Well, my 2013 is starting off with a bang. At about 3:30 this morning my kid texted me the word "What". Shortly before that, I woke up to the beep of my phone. The cat stepped on it and dialed my boy who I'd texted Happy New Year to at midnight. Any other time, the phone's keypad lock would have been on.
It only rang once before I hung it up, but the kid must've seen he had a missed call from his old man and was probably wondering what the weirdo was doing calling him at 3;30 in the morning. At that time, for me, someone better be in the hospital or worse, or in jail, if you're calling me.
I went back to sleep, but soon after my stomach really started hurting. Too much rich food, I think. Anyway, I woke up to find that during the midnight hours, one of the animals had shredded a bag with trash in it.
One of my little furry friends, with claws attached, decided it would be fun to go outside. I tried to get her back in the house, but all I could get ahold of was tail. She did not hold still, nor approve, so the cat is outside and I have four of the loveliest puncture wounds in my right hand.
The bleeding has stopped, but not the pain.
I'm going back to bed and when I get up, I'll try this all over again, but if this is how 2013 is going to be, all I have to say is this, and I really mean it:
Ugh!
It only rang once before I hung it up, but the kid must've seen he had a missed call from his old man and was probably wondering what the weirdo was doing calling him at 3;30 in the morning. At that time, for me, someone better be in the hospital or worse, or in jail, if you're calling me.
I went back to sleep, but soon after my stomach really started hurting. Too much rich food, I think. Anyway, I woke up to find that during the midnight hours, one of the animals had shredded a bag with trash in it.
One of my little furry friends, with claws attached, decided it would be fun to go outside. I tried to get her back in the house, but all I could get ahold of was tail. She did not hold still, nor approve, so the cat is outside and I have four of the loveliest puncture wounds in my right hand.
The bleeding has stopped, but not the pain.
I'm going back to bed and when I get up, I'll try this all over again, but if this is how 2013 is going to be, all I have to say is this, and I really mean it:
Ugh!
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