The vet sliced the top of our cat's nipples off
When they were shaving her pre-spaying, and didn't even think it worth mentioning to us when we picked her up. Poor little Scarlett, she's in so much pain ;'( Fucking vet nurse- I've worked at a veterinary clinic for a while, and have never seen anyone do that before. She must have been drunk, blind, stupid or plain didn't care. Whatever the case, it's now my clear duty to track her down and do the same to her. Without anaesthetic.
On the upside of life, we've become so well known for grabbing furniture left curbside during throwouts (and it's good stuff too! Snobby middle class neighborhood means lots of perfectly good things get upgraded/replaced regularly) that now people are leaving them on our lawn to save us the trouble of staggering along the streets at 3am in the rain carrying heavy desks (but we needed it, David! We can sell it!)
So far we've got:
A writing desk complete with map of the world inlay
3 wrought iron kitchen chairs
A leather recliner
A fold up bed
A glass fronted tv stand
A mountain bike
And some other stuff I can't remember. Scorage :-)
The flipside of getting free stuff is the reminder that we're so broke that it needs to be free or we couldn't afford it :-S
(I mean seriously, $1 a fortnight after rent? Thanks Centrelink, SURE that's enough to live on!)
I also found out recently that someone I trusted for years has been stealing from me for years- not only her, but her kids as well. Money, makeup, clothes.. some things I hadn't had a chance to wear/use myself. And I spent literally thousands of dollars looking after them since I was 13. Not to mention the hours and hours of emotional turmoil and heartache they put me through. Some people believe in karma.. ok, so when will shit finally stop happening to me/us and all that's loving and generous that I've done be repaid? Because I could really use some good news by now.
I'm not trying to sound bitter, but being stabbed in the back by someone who you looked to as family hurts like hell. Oh, apparently I'm a liar, thief and whore (hah!) as well. Le sigh.
On a different note (again).. How old do I look? Apparently younger then 18- at least according to the salesman who came to the door the other day and wanted to talk to my parents. And here I was last post griping about how old I felt..
Speaking of salesmen, we have the perfect defense against them. At the sound of the bell all our cats run to the door, and, if the person on the other side talks too long, Scarlett (maybe she gets bored) launches herself at the screen door at face height- funniest thing ever to see the startled backwards leap of the person on the other side. They usually leave soon after. Good kitties :-)
And finally.. David bought a car today, to be picked up on Wednesday/Thursday. No more bus or lifts from David's mum.
*Smilies*
Hey, two posts in a month..
On the upside of life, we've become so well known for grabbing furniture left curbside during throwouts (and it's good stuff too! Snobby middle class neighborhood means lots of perfectly good things get upgraded/replaced regularly) that now people are leaving them on our lawn to save us the trouble of staggering along the streets at 3am in the rain carrying heavy desks (but we needed it, David! We can sell it!)
So far we've got:
A writing desk complete with map of the world inlay
3 wrought iron kitchen chairs
A leather recliner
A fold up bed
A glass fronted tv stand
A mountain bike
And some other stuff I can't remember. Scorage :-)
The flipside of getting free stuff is the reminder that we're so broke that it needs to be free or we couldn't afford it :-S
(I mean seriously, $1 a fortnight after rent? Thanks Centrelink, SURE that's enough to live on!)
I also found out recently that someone I trusted for years has been stealing from me for years- not only her, but her kids as well. Money, makeup, clothes.. some things I hadn't had a chance to wear/use myself. And I spent literally thousands of dollars looking after them since I was 13. Not to mention the hours and hours of emotional turmoil and heartache they put me through. Some people believe in karma.. ok, so when will shit finally stop happening to me/us and all that's loving and generous that I've done be repaid? Because I could really use some good news by now.
I'm not trying to sound bitter, but being stabbed in the back by someone who you looked to as family hurts like hell. Oh, apparently I'm a liar, thief and whore (hah!) as well. Le sigh.
On a different note (again).. How old do I look? Apparently younger then 18- at least according to the salesman who came to the door the other day and wanted to talk to my parents. And here I was last post griping about how old I felt..
Speaking of salesmen, we have the perfect defense against them. At the sound of the bell all our cats run to the door, and, if the person on the other side talks too long, Scarlett (maybe she gets bored) launches herself at the screen door at face height- funniest thing ever to see the startled backwards leap of the person on the other side. They usually leave soon after. Good kitties :-)
And finally.. David bought a car today, to be picked up on Wednesday/Thursday. No more bus or lifts from David's mum.
*Smilies*
Hey, two posts in a month..