Tuesday, May 30, 2006
The cat's tail fell off. He was gushing blood from his mouth and just about everywhere else. No one cared. It was horrific. Then I woke up.
I suppose this is what I get for picking on the orange mammal right before bed and after a day of seeing a million lizards in the wild.
I had planned on driving back up to Cougar Town this afternoon, but when I woke up, so did my headache, so I'm in Santa Horhe until tomorrow afternoon, which works out better anyway because the Avon lady is supposed to be dropping some stuff off this afternoon and I need to go to Khol's as well as Target to finish off my Bride's maid's outfit (who in their right mind even
thinks about owning a white skirt?) and grab a little something for the bride.
This is my third wedding in three weeks. Lucky me, though, it's the only wedding (so far) this year that I have been asked to be a maid for. Before the summer is out, I'll have three more wedding receptions to attend.
It's begining to feel as if everyone else is moving on with life. This time last year I cared a great deal about that, but
this year I'm quite content with my single status and even find that I don't want to move on (yet). This is a good thing.
So, now, for the rest of the afternoon I get to finish up boxing up my bedroom so that my parents can switch my sister into here and me into hers. She needs the space; obviously I do not since I don't even live here anymore. Still, I'm quite done with packing and grateful that I'll have about three months break before I have to do it again.
Which reminds me. I still have that phone call to make.
Behold, the Muse
