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grouchy.
Yeah. I haven't LJed in a few days, and the one entry I do make, I'm grouchy. >:/
Partly because I got a shittastic nap. The fucking dogs started barking at the cat, who lives on the back porch. So somebody's gunna get kicked in the face. I haven't decided if it'll be the dogs, for going insane EVERY time they see the cat in the windows/French doors, or if it'll be the cat, who sits at the doors to egg the dogs on.
(No. Really. I have SEEN her do it-- she will sit there and rub up against the window until the dogs are barking, because they let the people know she's there)
She also decided to cough up a hairball when I was half an hour late feeding her fat ass this morning. And whenever I open the door to go outside, she does an immediate, "I'm just going to poke my head inside, oh, hello, doggies! I see you standing there! How's your day?" before I kick her back.
Also, I'm irritated that I've somehow trekked fleas into my bedroom. Animals aren't allowed on the second floor, but when the fleas are REALLY bad (and this year, we can tell, is going to be a bad flea year), they hitch rides on our legs, so they end up upstairs. And it isn't a problem... until I start getting bitten in my sleep. My feet and ankles have bites like woah, and the only solution is to cart out EVERYTHING on the floor-- laundry, books, etc, spray the carpets with copious amounts of flea killer, vacuum, and hope that works.
ALSO, Little Brother is driving me crazy. While we're house sitting, he's gone into immediate martyr mode-- "I'm not allowed to do anything or have any fun because I have Responsibilities around the house, like... making dinner! Or... cleaning the garage!" and it's causing him to take this sulky, "Hurhurhur responsibilities!" tone. And I'm TRYING. I'm TRYING to make him have fun, to enjoy his break from the parents. Yesterday, after piano lessons, I took him to this tiny, family-owned bakery my mom discovered. Or today, we made plans to go see Kung Fu Panda 2 (it was aaaaawesome!). Or like, I've promised him a lunchtime Panera date with Bandit (who can go as a therapy dog). But seriously, I wish his attitude would pick up. I wish he'd stop sulking and RELAX. He doesn't seem to realize that HE'S getting an actual vacation after this-- HE gets to go up to Pennsylvania for a dog show in mid-June. I don't. This IS my vacation. And it's being spent walking on eggshells and being falsely happy to try and fix his moods.
Yeah. I haven't LJed in a few days, and the one entry I do make, I'm grouchy. >:/
Partly because I got a shittastic nap. The fucking dogs started barking at the cat, who lives on the back porch. So somebody's gunna get kicked in the face. I haven't decided if it'll be the dogs, for going insane EVERY time they see the cat in the windows/French doors, or if it'll be the cat, who sits at the doors to egg the dogs on.
(No. Really. I have SEEN her do it-- she will sit there and rub up against the window until the dogs are barking, because they let the people know she's there)
She also decided to cough up a hairball when I was half an hour late feeding her fat ass this morning. And whenever I open the door to go outside, she does an immediate, "I'm just going to poke my head inside, oh, hello, doggies! I see you standing there! How's your day?" before I kick her back.
Also, I'm irritated that I've somehow trekked fleas into my bedroom. Animals aren't allowed on the second floor, but when the fleas are REALLY bad (and this year, we can tell, is going to be a bad flea year), they hitch rides on our legs, so they end up upstairs. And it isn't a problem... until I start getting bitten in my sleep. My feet and ankles have bites like woah, and the only solution is to cart out EVERYTHING on the floor-- laundry, books, etc, spray the carpets with copious amounts of flea killer, vacuum, and hope that works.
ALSO, Little Brother is driving me crazy. While we're house sitting, he's gone into immediate martyr mode-- "I'm not allowed to do anything or have any fun because I have Responsibilities around the house, like... making dinner! Or... cleaning the garage!" and it's causing him to take this sulky, "Hurhurhur responsibilities!" tone. And I'm TRYING. I'm TRYING to make him have fun, to enjoy his break from the parents. Yesterday, after piano lessons, I took him to this tiny, family-owned bakery my mom discovered. Or today, we made plans to go see Kung Fu Panda 2 (it was aaaaawesome!). Or like, I've promised him a lunchtime Panera date with Bandit (who can go as a therapy dog). But seriously, I wish his attitude would pick up. I wish he'd stop sulking and RELAX. He doesn't seem to realize that HE'S getting an actual vacation after this-- HE gets to go up to Pennsylvania for a dog show in mid-June. I don't. This IS my vacation. And it's being spent walking on eggshells and being falsely happy to try and fix his moods.