This moving thing at work has really screwed me up. I blame the move since it involves co-workers. I had some seriously disturbing dreams lately. Last night Tayray was getting it on with my ex Z and not hiding it. Like, it was OK to share him. Then, one about a guy I use to sit by, who might be attractive to someone his age. Nice guy but sex dream worthy? Not so much. And, then there is my big boss. Who some people think is cute, but to me, it's like that brother thing. GROSS. What the fuck? Get out of my dreams. It's my sacred place. Reserved mainly for frolicking with Edwin McCain, and Johnny Depp, or Orlando Bloom! Lately my dreams freaking suck! Death? Affairs with unattractive men?
Around here, most birds and ducks migrate south. You can see them in droves flying and chirping. There are so many at times, they look like a black street spread across the sky. Where are they going? I mean, in Florida is there an invasion of birds in the winter? In cartoons, they packed their suitcases, and headed to Florida, so I assume this is still where they are going. Am I wrong?
Why do I wanna fly south? It snowed Monday and Tuesday. Just light flurries that melted on the ground, but it still snowed. Have I turned on my heat yet? No. (Well, I did turn it on in the bunnies room only cus I'm a good Momma). I have that expensive radiant heating shit in each room. I have a space heater for when I'm numb. It's been in the 30's. I'm like fucking Scrooge!
Guess what I got my dog for the winter? The cutest coat at Old Navy. It's blue, and brown plaid, fleece lined, and adorable. It's this style. She can get around way better in this than in her wool jacket. She is the cutest thing ever. They didn't have any of these, but I'm getting her some. Laugh it up. Probably the worst thing Old Navy could do, is carry a dog clothing line. As if I don't buy myself too much shit there. See why I need two jobs?
A girl I work with is making custom fit dog clothes. Ummm. I might have picked out a pattern for Little Hill. But, she really needs this stuff. Embroidered with her name. She sits and shivers when it's cold. Who am I kidding, even if she didn't need it, I'd buy her clothes. She's my little slice of heaven.
Happy Halloweener weekend everybody. I'm going here. I'm gonna wear a lot of clothes to keep warm, and then you can say I'm going as a person who wears a lot of clothes. Because, I don't do costumes. Bethie brought me cat ears. That's the extent of it. I'm going to smuggle some wine in to keep warm. That's the plan anyways. I don't like parties where the alchohol situation isn't clearly spelled out for me. So what? I did read it's BYOB, and "party supplies". That means weed. And bongs. Seriously, it's a hippy fest. And, a benefit. I'm all about helping people. I'm sure it'll be tons of fun.
Suppose to go pick pumpkins on Sunday, but being that me and CP can no longer cohabitate due to his inability to speak the truth to me, this may fall through. At least, MY happy ass is going to get my own pumpkin. It's tradition. I'm also cat sitting. Did I mention Tayray is in fucking Cancun? While we're here in the cold? Did I mention that she's on my shitlist?