I brought Fat Cat home.
Her urn is resting in a cubby in my desk above my head so she can always be looking down her nose at me. Thats an attempt at humor.
The funeral home was amazing. The people, I mean. So caring, thoughful and considerate.
So, of course I was not handling this well last night.
My answer: I needed raw oysters and Corona with lime and salt, STAT.
I went to the local oyster bar, well, the best one, and had a six pack of Corona Extra with plenty of limes and salt, and I ordered a dozen and a half of oyster, but when it came down to it, I was only able to eat a dozen. Thankfully someone else was there, and the daughter was there, so nothing went to waste.
And no worries, I did not drive…I drove there, but someone else came with the daughter and she was able to drive me home in my truck.
We talked about Fat Cat, and funny things, and at one point I was spewing beer everywhere in a fit of laughter and giggles.
Our waitress was amazing, but she always is. She’s the daughter of the owner, and just a real sweet, down to earth girl with a sense of humor that just falls in line with mine.
As a side note, Little Man Jeffrey has been a huge pain in the ass lately for the simple fact we can never find where he sneaks off to. My answer: Put a color and bell on him! I found one of Fat Cats old collars and put a bell on it. Its blue, so its perfect for the Little Sir.
Oh, Em, Gee. Put the color on him and he gets to moving around and the bell is jingling. He certainly opposed that. He has tried repeatedly to remove it. It. Is. Hilarious. The poor boy is like ‘what sorcery is this!’.
I still hate my super short hair, but eh, I dont have the money for a wig…lol.
I miss my cat. I sometimes think I catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye. Sometimes I call Jeffrey Chester on accident. Especially when he’s in trouble.
The is a void. A big one.
But dont you all worry I’m going to turn into some big lush or something. My little love affair with the Corona was a limited time thing. Like a one night stand. >>
I honestly only indulge in alcohol once every three month, at most. Coffee is my drug of choice…lol.
Well, I wanted you all to see ChesterAnns urn. The lighting behind it was from a different thing I had there, and kept the lighting because it added something to the look of the urn.
Well, I dont want to cry. Its too early for that shit. I’ll have a headache all day if I blubber now.
Be well, and love your four legged babies. (or six or eight if your one of those weirdos who keeps insects as pets. Nothing against you, but…ew.)
~Loves and squishes my darlings~
Daily Archives: August 26, 2015
Day 25: Would you rather date someone plain with an amazing personality or someone beautiful with a plain personality?
I honestly go for the plain, with the amazing personality. I’m no trying to sound mean or against what is considered ‘beautiful’, but those who are, and know it, usually tend to be a bit shallow. I mean, come on, even in our 40’s and 50’s when all of us gather in a gaggle, we all turn in on this high school mentality again for some strange reason. ‘The cool kids’ whatnot.
I am no raving beauty, but I dont find myself ugly either. I’ve been told I am ‘humble’, and I am perfectly fine with that. I know my flaws, and I also know its in MY hands whether to change those flaws or not.
Some people who look or seem perfect are not. While on the outside, they are perfect and everyone wishes they were like them, on the inside that can be very ugly.
So, yes, give me a nice plain guy with an amazing personality any day. Looks fade. Personality is what matters. A persons personality only gets richer with time. Looks just leave and you get sagging and all those perfections erode away.