mish mosh

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Stole the virginity thing for my friend T. I thought it was funny.

Our beloved cat Pippa returned home. I am happy for that.
The two cats that she left behind are not happy she is home. They are pissing everywhere in a urine fueled standoff.
"get rid of the hussy cat that left us or we piss on the laundry AGAIN!"
I am contemplating opening the doors "BY ACCIDENT" and letting the F'ing pissers out.
Just sayin'
If I were so inclined.
Why did I ever agree tot he cat thing anyway.
I hate cats.
They suck.
And piss.
Did I tell you Jack is signed up and all set to attend Pre-K?
Yup its official he will be starting sept 7th.
7:50 in the am.
at 7:51 I will be sitting in my care either crying tears of Joy and Liberation...
Or tears of.... Joy and Liberation!!!
I am slightly looking forward to going into the bathroom without the reminiscent
"HEY MAAAA are you doing a POOOOOOP or a PEEEEEE!?"
MAAAAA!
Or my all time favorite..
Me "JAck watcha doing?"
Jack... "UHHH You'll see."

Please to all that care for me even the slightest bit, even if youa re a stranger from the farthest reachest of the world wide web, say a prayer, wish, mantra, whatever works for you that he behaves himself in school and adjusts to the new routine. I pray he listens to his teachers and treats his classmates well.
Please Please do the same. For my Boys sake.
I will think of something else to talk about later.
Probably about my Missi leaving in two days.
Or My Allie bringing home her nursing books and my feelings of excitement for her.
Maybe I should write about Andy. You know the BIG GUY. He doesnt get much airtime.

Comments

Unknown said…
Young Jack Tuzinski -- and you, my friend -- will do just fine. Jack will adjust; Suzi will adjust and all will be right with the world. Nonetheless, I will remember you both in my morning and evening meditations.
6:28 PM
Anonymous said…
HA! LOVE the box thing! Jack will do just fine and you will get extra time in peace at the gym- er, BAkehouse
7:04 PM
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