Kitty update
Click to viewHaha, so apparently baking soda and olive oil aren't the best things to be putting on your face. ARGH, I give up.
I pretty much know how to drive to the airport now. Whee! Getting there isn't so bad, but because my dad freestyled it on the highway on the way back the first time, he showed me "the back route"/"post office route." They leave at 4 in the morning, so traffic then shouldn't be a problem, but I have to pick up my dad in the afternoon on a Friday. Ewe.
My brother is taking Teemo for shots right now. You guys, this is going to sound ridiculous, but... Have you ever heard somebody say, "~Follow your passion, and you'll never work a day in your life!~" and have you ever heard somebody who actually gets to do that, and he/she, even when they're exhausted, consider themselves so, so lucky? THIS IS HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS CAT. My hands are scratched up, and he eats my hair, but sometimes I'm just like, "Is this real life? Are we really allowed to have a pet? Indoors? And pick him up? IS THIS WHAT CHILDHOOD AND HAPPINESS IS LIKE???"
On the other hand, I'm good completely relinquishing the lizards all responsibility to my bro (well...). Kurt is much more like our dad in parenting in that he's fine just letting things run free where as I'm afraid of everything dying, choking, getting electrocuted, dying, and dying. Not only that but being blamed for that. So like the first day or two I was exhausted of watching him. But he's a good cat. Besides the chewing furniture, cords, and food bag. And for some reason, he tries to keep me from cleaning out his litter box???