Jan 25, 2006 15:39
QUITE a hilarious e-mail from my mother:
"Last night your father came out of the bedroom, laughing uproariously.
Turns out Princess had laid a turd on the bed --- right where I lay my
head. So we dump the turd and change the sheets. Bedtime: suddenly
you'd think he was going down on the Titanic. Hah! Turns out Princess
peed in the bed ---- on his side! Thrash, curse, thrash, curse... no
longer funny, eh? Hah! He slept in your bed last night. This morning
I get up a 6, do the vinegar douche we have found so effective in the
living room (where the run is rolled in perpetuity). I shower, come
out, and there's a fresh pile of piss on the bed. Angus barks pretty
much all the time, except when eating or sleeping. Like living with
bums. While this may not compare to taking 5(?) courses and directing
two plays, it is still pretty demanding!
Anyway, don't loose sight of what matters: classes, and internships.
Ask for HELP when you need it, from ANYBODY you can count on.
YOU CAN DO THIS -- THOUGH WHETHER YOU WANT TO REPEAT THIS IS ANOTHER
MATTER!
Love,
Mom
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That is too much. Oh, my senile animals. As if talking about my senile animals is really gonna help me reach Friday ....
Man, I know how to make some stupid decisions. And then I know how to make up for them.
That ferrett is exactly how I feel.