NOTES TO SELF

• the dog is 16 in human years. When she meanders out the bedroom, it is already too late. Keep the timer set, ship her tiny ass outside.
• Red flannel sheets maybe festive, warm, and snuggly..but they are a poor choice when you are owned by cats who sleep on the bed. Try not to be mad, he really did mean well when he chose them.
• All of your cats are retarded. All.of.them. Face it, you did something terrible in a former life, and they are your payback. You are their slave and will be until you die. Where upon you will be met on the Rainbow Bridge by all those who have gone on before..and promptly clawed to death ( again ) for some perceived, past minor indiscretions.
• You are always going to be behind in everything. Get over it. It will always still be there when you get home. Getting Erica back on her feet is the only thing that matters.
• Make Hsb. pitch in and IGNORE the incessant whining he does. Pour a bucket of fuck it on it and make him do something, anything!
• Add to this list later..there are other things you should be doing, dammit!