Well, apparently the Insomnia Fairy flew off. I had one (ONE!) thing I wanted/needed to do this weekend - clean up the kitchen - and I didn’t even accomplish that. All I did was eat, and sleep, not necessarily in that order. Jeebus but I was tired. Now all I want to do is curl back up and sleep some more, but I can’t, because I’m at work.
At least New Guy kept bringing home food and kept me fed. I needed that.
Damn cats. We had a massive dust up last night, TheKid oopsed and let Lucy out too soon. Lucy attacked Mayme, Dot freaked out and went after TheKid, one of them urinated on the floor… and yeah. Mayme is hiding in the basement (I did see her this morning, so I know she’s physically okay), Lucy is in my room, meowing away, and poor Dot jumps if the air changes directions.
I hate to do it, but something has to change. Their vet recommended Feliaway- didn’t work. Tried the calming collar. Nothing. We’ve tried the get to know you between doors and it’s fine. They share smells constantly. It’s seeing each other that flips them out.
I’ve asked my mom if she would take Lucy. I hate to do it, she’s my fluffy ball of love. Between her and Mayme, though, well, Mayme has too many psych issues. She wouldn’t make it. Now we’re waiting for Mom’s answer.
This really sucks, I’ve never given a pet up.
I have 4 or 5 thousand $$ worth of official publisher issued ebooks, and with the exception of Baen, they almost all have 4 or 5 typos per chapter - and some of them are uncorrected scan/OCR issues [I am tired of reading about 1ulius Caesar …] It has gotten to the sad point that the instant I buy a book now, I run it through a spell and grammar check after converting it to a convenient file type, then pop it into the calibre ebook editing program and redoing the entire damned book. It isn’t like I don’t have enough of my own damned out of print paperbacks to scan, OCR and edit. sigh
If I am paying $5 to $25 for a damned ebook, it damned well better be properly edited and formatted. If I wanted to put up with someones OCR errors, I could piratebay books [if they actually had what I like to read, which I tend to doubt. I bet they tend towards bestsellers.]
So you’re saying that either Dot or TheKid isn’t litter box trained.
Does ANYONE using public transit have any awareness of the concept of “indoor voice”? There are at least three top-of-the-lungs conversations/phone calls in progress in this car.
And sometimes that is just what you need. 
ETA - sometimes I’m so stressed out - I need the husband to just let me SLEEP. Even if it’s for 12 hours. I’m glad New Guy understands what you need.
For the phone people, sing a loud song into their free ear. That’s what I keep thinking I should do. (Please note, I will probably not actually do this. Probably.)
The cats-peeing-on-the-floor mystery has been solved!
It wasn’t that the cats didn’t like the litter, or the litter box location, or that I wasn’t changing the litterboxes often enough, or that the cats had a medical problem. In fact, the liquid on the floor wasn’t pee at all. It was the fridge leaking. Dealing with a leaky fridge isn’t fun, but at least I know there isn’t a problem with the cats.
Leaky fridge is 10,000+ times better than leaky cats. Hooray!
You know what else is leaky? A busted* pipe between the well and the house. Especially if the idjit dog manages to break it just below the main cutoff valve. And I’m too scattered to figure out how to cut off the water at the pump, so that means I had to throw the main breaker. But I fixed the pipe, and everything is sort of situated now.
Making an emergency run for plumbing supplies, then crawling around under the house isn’t fun under any circumstance, but it’s even less fun when you’ve been feverish, nauseated, and bedridden since Saturday afternoon. Blech. And of course, since I’ve been ill, the dishes are so stacked up that I can’t even cook dinner until I wash up… and I have to wait for the water heater to catch up first, so I can get de-muddy-fied enough to wash enough dishes to prepare a meal.
Anyone want a dog? She’s pretty! And possibly the stupidest multi-celled organism I’ve ever encountered.
Dear Husband; If you want the children to brush their teeth before bed, you have to put your laptop down, get off the couch and go into the bathroom to make sure they are doing as you asked. You cannot sit there on your ass and yell at them and expect them to follow instructions. It doesn’t work; it never has, and I’m sure it will be at least five years before it will (if ever!). Since I am tired of hearing you huff and puff and yell at them, stop being such a lazy ass and GO ACT LIKE A FREAKING PARENT.
I’m pretty sure my “singing” would violate the Geneva Convention.
I’ve known later editions of books to have typos the earlier ones didn’t have. It boggles the mind, truly. How hard can it be to copy something as is? E-books are notoriously bad for having copy errors as well. But I’ve been reading GoT as Nook books, and haven’t noticed any typos so far (and they would typically jump out at me).
All the more reason to do it.
This morning I was gifted with the idea for an alarm clock for people who hit snooze too often.
Instead of a buzzer, bell, or beeper, it will play a digitized recording of a hurking cat.
You, sir, are a genius.
I have good results with the opening track of The Lion King. Usually I only have to threaten it once. 
Or maybe a dog…
Yeah, since Pandora got all of the credit for being a yutz yesterday (forcing her way under the house, breaking water main;) JO decided to go full idiot today. I’ve spent the past hour cleaning and sanitizing his kennel and water dish, and bathing the dog, after he was sick from both ends. He’d be getting lots of concern and sympathy right now, except that I know what made him sick: he ate a drinking straw. (Why can’t dogs and children have their major stomach upsets at some decent hour, anyway?! I can’t remember the last time one of the 2- or 4-legged critters had a major hurking incident at midday… Always two a.m.)
No, if the problem is ‘snooze’ abuse, what we need are alarm clocks that shoot a painful shock through you when you press the button.
How bad do you want those extra nine minutes??
Yeah, I read GoT as the boxed set of paperbacks, because at the time it was 1/4 the price of the eBooks. The paperbacks–not first editions by any stretch of the imagination–are the ones with errors.
I think I remember hearing about an alarm clock that seems surprisingly effective. It requires an internet connection. You create a link between your least favorite charity / cause and your bank account.
IIRC, every time you either hit the snooze button, or allow the alarm to go off longer than an acceptable time, it makes a donation in your name.
And for my mini-rant, don’t complain about how much you hate your job, your boss, your co-workers, etc., if, on the night before you have an interview for another job, you go out drinking and stay out until 1 am. I can’t believe this even needs to be said.