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Saturday, late afternoon, I recieve a package slip in our mailbox; I have something waiting for me at the local postal outlet with 2.70 postage due or duty fees or something. I assume it's the BPAL swap I'm getting from Canada, think nothing of it, move on.
Today I get the BPAL swap coming from Canada in the regular mail (having had not enough energy to go to the post office, so the package of mystery is still there.)
WTF? Maybe one of my family sent Seaners a birthday gift or something? How unexpected.
Chris informs me that Sean tucked the little down throw over me while I was sleeping on the couch this afternoon. Aww. <3
In other news, our Large Stripey Cat has become COMPLETELY NEUROTIC and is pissing on our bed. Four times in five days, with the litter changed totally twice in that time. I have no clue why this is happening - as far as I know nothing's changed in the past week but this has GOT to stop. I'm sick of washing sheets... any ideas? I don't want to give him to the shelter, but if this doesn't stop, we may have to.
Today I get the BPAL swap coming from Canada in the regular mail (having had not enough energy to go to the post office, so the package of mystery is still there.)
WTF? Maybe one of my family sent Seaners a birthday gift or something? How unexpected.
Chris informs me that Sean tucked the little down throw over me while I was sleeping on the couch this afternoon. Aww. <3
In other news, our Large Stripey Cat has become COMPLETELY NEUROTIC and is pissing on our bed. Four times in five days, with the litter changed totally twice in that time. I have no clue why this is happening - as far as I know nothing's changed in the past week but this has GOT to stop. I'm sick of washing sheets... any ideas? I don't want to give him to the shelter, but if this doesn't stop, we may have to.
Maybe we could build a spiral staircase up to the 3rd cat litter box
I turned out the porchlight so we wouldn't get any trick or treaters. Our door is hard to find, we're kind of the "mother-in-law" apartment behind the real apartment.
John is scaring himself watching "The Omen" with Julia Stiles and Mickey is scaring himself watching rats climb up and down the patio supports. I'm going to bed because I'm freezing and my back is cramping from shivering. Must...locate...electric...blankie...