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I’m still in the state of ick. Tired…*falls over*

Guess the fire department is having it’s share of drama again. *rolls eyes*
These are the people who others rely on to save their homes and lives…And they still prove that they can act worse than children on occasion.
Guess they fired some of the people (not sure how you fire volunteers…but whatever), and they aren’t taking it too nicely.
The Pet wanted to make sure we knew what was going on in case someone called to try and start trouble.
I guess at least one of them (not sure for all of them) got kicked off for starting rumors. One of the rumors is suppose to be that the Pet and someone else on the department have been sleeping together.
Anyone calls…I’ll just tell them to get me proof.

*rolls eyes* Speaking of Pet. He’s trying to act as if he has control of the things that go on in the house. The kittens were in the house today, I guess one got in the dryer and decided to use his clothes as a litter box.
1.) If he’d shut the dryer door, like it’s suppose to be, then the cats couldn’t get in there to do it.
2.) If he’d take care of his clothes so they weren’t in the dryer, they wouldn’t of been there.
3,) I’ll be damned if someone who isn’t here enough to count for anythig is going to tell me that the cats can’t come in the house.

I have had to rewash two loads of clothes because of the cats…Plus through away a towel. I’m not going to punish Sonja and Harley by saying they can’t come in at all. They will just have to go a week or so without coming in again, and when they do come in they’ll have to be watched closer.
And Reorx can bloody well come in when ever she wants, as she is housetrained.

[They wouldn’t of used the towel, or the pile in was in if the Pet would take care of stuff. He just tosses his dirty towels on the floor in the bathroom and they sit there forever, or until he needs towels. I’ve got my own towels that I take care of. I’ve got the kids clothes and mine to take care of. The least he can do is clean up after himself.—Not that, that will ever happen…The toilet area, which is suppose to be his responsibilty is nasty. He’ll clean it maybe once a year. He blames it on the toilet being too low to the floor. Whatever. *rolls eyes*]

Well…This was just going to be a short thing…But I guess I got off in rant mode.

And now he’s whining about his foot again. Dude! Look in the mirror! Yeah, you probably did do something to it at some point, and it’s probably not healing because it can’t with all the weight it has to support! It’s not broked, fractured, cracked, whatever…The x-rays, MRI or whatever stupid tests you whined until they ran all said nothing is wrong with it. They are medically trained people, they know what they are doing.

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Anyway…The thoughts I had previously.

I haven’t written anything today…And I feel kind of bad about it. I know I don’t have to get my word count out anymore, but I do want to get the story out and done. I don’t want it to be another started and never finished thing…I’ve got too many of those.

I was just feeling too crappy today to hold myself to the writing at all…
*checks temp* Ick…Tis up again. It’s only 100.5  Which isn’t that much, I know…But my usual is like 97 something. So I’m feeling it.

Problem is…I needed to rest all day…And I didn’t.  I worked on shirts for presents…Some on Katie’s doll…
I need to get started on the ornaments for the Critters & their classmates…But I know the Sculpey is going to take energy to knead…I’m just not up to that much work.

I’d finaly talked myself into napping, and got about a hour before the phone rang…Junk phone call.  Then Mum called…Jeep was suppose to come home today…Still broke of course…But, per usual, it’s not here. Then I got another phone call…That one was Grim.  *smiles* Silly Critter that he is. *hugs Grim*  He was blaming the windy weather on characters from my story. *laughs*

Well I is on the phone with Jessica…So I is going to go.