There is a spot of dried cat puke behind my couch.? How would I know there is dried cat puke behind my couch?? Because I walk past it a bazillion times a day.? Behind the couch is the main thoroughfare from there to everywhere in our house.? Why haven’t I walked to 2 feet to the pantry to get a rag and the floor cleaner?? Because the depression is kicking my ass.? What makes it worse is a little dust bunny army is forming around the cat puke to defend it when I come out of the fog.
Every time I walk past that spot I look at it and think, “I really need to clean that.? What’s the point.? The cat’s just going to puke again.”? Kinda like I haven’t washed my car in months.? Sunday the trusty husband took my car through the car wash.? That night it snowed.? See.? What’s the point.? I considered it a protective layer of dirt.
We are finally nearing the end of January and I am hoping to emerge from this annual fog, but February isn’t looking much better either.? The weather right now is 32 and raining.? How can it be raining when it’s freezing?? It’s Washington.? Snow gives us the big middle finger and says, “I’m going to be shitty slop and make your joints hurt.”? The sky is gray, it’s soggy and cold.? My furnace has been running non-stop for a week and my house is still cold.? I’d build a fire, but our chimney has a crack in it.
The child has played “Interjection” and “Fake-believe” over and over and over again and I want to take those fucking CDs and break them into little bits.? Not to mention I think he’s getting an ear infection and is super cranky.? The trusty husband is on a business trip until Thursday leaving 2 extremely bitchy people holed up in a house for 3 days.? I’m not sure both of us will make it out alive.
Someone please send brownies and seasons 1-5 of America’s Next Top Model.? If not I might have to resort to my last remaining bottle of Russian Vodka.