This getting up at 4:30am is getting to be a royal pain in my ass. First of all, I was not MADE to get up that early. Second, getting up with the GD birds means I’m done working by eleven-ish, leaving me way too much time to do things that I am SUPPOSED TO DO – like housework. Third, getting up early means going to bed early, like 8pm. When the hell did I get old, can someone just remind me?
Feh …
So yesterday, I managed to get the laundry done. When I was cleaning out the dryer vent at the end of the last load, I pulled out a wad of FUR that weighed more than my cat. Now granted, my cat is a bit on the small side, but come on! The whole fur situation is getting out of hand over here and lint brushes obviously aren’t cutting it anymore.
What to do …
OH, speaking of birds, a mourning dove has taken up residence in our chimney. The chimney vents out the hot water heater, not our furnace, so I’m told it’s not a big problem.
Uh, yeah, it is a big problem. What if it DIES in there and stinks up my house? What if it breaks through the covering where the old heater pipe used to be (we live in a very old house, with a very old chimney) and ends up in my frocking dining room? Also, my cat is trying to climb the wall to get AT that noise she keeps hearing. This morning she was standing on the other side of the wall, staring up as if trying to figure out another way to get at it.
Never a dull moment over here, honestly.
So … no New Orleans.
My daughter has turned out to be very conscientious and doesn’t want me to pay for everything. Where did that kid come from, lol? IAE, instead of NO, we will be doing Chicago again, hopefully in May. That’s alright, too, though. We had a ball when we went down there a couple of years ago and we missed a LOT.
Of course, I have fun with that kid just sitting in my dining room, so …
Speaking of kids, did I mention that TheBoy moved OUT? Yes he did.
Now here’s the weird thing; I miss him. Even though he spent the majority of the time in the basement and I never saw him, it seems so quiet around here without him. I keep thinking I hear his TV in the basement, and THAT is a little creepy.
Alzheimer’s anybody?
Okay, I’m off.