Buy 'em online, ship them to my address, I’ll forward them media mail. Still cheaper than 30% more.
No, we’re not giving her back. She’ll be our new kitty. My wife is going to put an end to her relationship with this woman, who will never be welcome at our house. They will have to work in the same place, but the pals thing is over. The girl thinks the kitty is with us, and so it will be. Maybe by tomorrow! I hope she’s going from the shelter to the vet today.
We haven’t discussed the possibility of the girl wanting to see the kitty, but that sounds like a bad idea, really. She might always be bugging her mom to come to our house and see it, and she may get attached to it again and want it back. I think it’s best to avoid that situation entirely. If she needs to know anything, she will have to be told that the kitty is fine, but it belongs to somebody else now. Gawd, I hope it doesn’t come up…
Thanks for the kind words and concern, folks! Maybe I’ll start a MPSIMS thread with pictures in a few days - or if there already is one, I’ll join it.
Me, too. That would suck. I’d return the cat, sucker that I am.
Dear luser:
It is NOT our job to Read The Fine Manual to you. You seem to be literate enough to exchange emails with us, so read the manual yourself.
Signed,
Your Friendly IT Department
You’ve got one of them, too? I’d offer to arrange a trade, but I like you too much.
:eek: Madrid and Catalonia? Er, how pervasive is this stuff?
Siege, check your email.
I’m so tired of this whole inquisition routine every single time I try to do anything.
It goes something like this:
I get dressed.
my sister: niiiice shirt (bratty smirk)
me: um… thanks.
sister: it’s MINE!
me: no it isn’t. it’s mine.
mom: are you surrrrrrre? it looks just like one of Anne’s.
me: It’s a white polo shirt! It looks just like half the shirts in the house!
sister: it has your name in the tag, doesn’t it?
me: yeah, it does
sister: well mom gave me that!
me: all my polos have my name on the tag.
mom: just take it off and give your sister the shirt. and apologize to her.
This actually happened earlier today. Okay now seriously- in a house with three girls in Catholic school, how would she even recognize which white polo shirt was hers anyway? We wear the same size!
And it happens all the time with other stuff, too. Especially food. Every time a food item goes missing, they blame me. I’m like the least logical person to blame. Your leftover half of a roast beef and cheese sandwich fried in lard from a restaurant went missing? I know who took it! it must be your anorexic vegetarian sister who would not eat something like that if you handed it to her and said, “here, I sold my dog so that I could get you this sandwich”
I hate being the one with some means, but no power. That’s why they keep blaming me. If the sandwich is gone, my parents won’t ever admit to taking it and blaming the other sister would be useless becuase she’d have to get money from my parents to buy a new one, but not me. oooh no. I have a job, but since I’m just a kid, I don’t get to say, “I refuse to buy you a new sandwich. I didn’t eat your old one.” So the way to guarantee someone will be punished and you’ll get a new one is to blame me.
It’s not even limited to stuff going missing, either. Anything and everything is my fault. The dog steps on papers that my mom left on the floor? I’m in trouble becuase I should have been watching my dog. (she’s not actually, nor has she ever been, my dog.) My sister goes to a friend’s house and then calls my parents for a ride home at 2 AM? I’m in trouble because I walked her over there and didn’t tell the parents to have her home at a decent time. The sink leaks? I’m in trouble because I didn’t notice last time I used it and/or didn’t stop it immediately after it happened. The sink starts leaking and I try to fix it and tell everyone the sink leaked? I’m in trouble for messing with it and for telling my dad not to use the sink in his own house.
I can’t wait to move out of here.
You know, Surrender Dorothy, I really am feeling for you with all you say you have to put up with, I honestly am.
But I can’t help but think you’ve taken your username from the wrong iconic, archtypical literery character.
I recently met two girls a little older than me (mid 20s) who left home at the ages of 14 and 16. It is possible, especially if you have a job. (Stay in school, though!)