How I Got A Stress Fracture

So I don't ACTUALLY have a stress fracture, but my foot hurts, so I'm allowed to be over-dramatic.

So, everyone in my house has fleas. It started with the refugee dog. My father dropped him off here. And he infected the cats, even though they hate him.

So I was treating one of the cats with flea stuff the other day. It makes them do weird things. Of course, since we are housing the dog, the cats cannot be on the floor...they will freak out and run and that isn't conducive to treating them with flea stuff.

So Lucy freaked out when I squeezed the little tube and air rushed into it and it made a noise. She started backing up. I treated her more aggressively, which just means squeezing the tube more. She keeps backing up, dislodging the electric mixer from the counter, right onto my foot.

I tell my mother. She has no sympathy. She just goes, "Well you should put it away."

No rest for the wicked.

Usher

Usher's real name is Usher? That's not a name! That's an occupation. And not even an occupation that you're proud of your children for. In fact, it's more like a hobby. Ushers are seldom paid.

Blog Editing

Ok, I've done all I feel like for now.

Today I did a number of things but I'm a little too tired to talk about them right now.

New Directions

So I've re-purposed this blog.

It did other stuff before, but I never posted on it.

I told an amusing story on my tumblr the other day, but I don't feel like that's the point of my tumblr. Such things will be exhibited here from now on. For your reading/viewing pleasure. I may even get fancy with some images...we'll see.