EEEEEEE!

So, I knew the full moon was going to catch up with us eventually. I just didn't know when.

The good news, the shower moving is a go, so now all I have to do is redo the invitations, which is no big. Then, came later.

Mr. Samoa's cell phone rings, it's Caroline. I pick up the phone and I hear sobbing. "ZOMGZONOZ TEH BAYBEE!" quoth my cerebellum. Then she says, "I have some questions." I'm like, "Ooookaayyy..." thinking "ZOMGZONOZ WHAT DID MR. CAROLINE DO?!" "Do you [snif sob] know anyone who wants a cat?" "Why, what'd he do?" I asked. (Mr. Samoa, only hearing one end of the conversation, thought he might have to thump Mr. Caroline's gourd at this juncture.)

As it turned out, her male cat, Fuzzy, is peeing all over the house. This does not make for the best aroma, and she was concerned that it might be behavioral. She described the symptoms, which left me with 99% certainty that Fuzzy had a medical problem. When I got off the phone with her, we had formulated a game plan for getting Fuzzy to the vet and how to clean the house, and she was much calmer. Mr. Samoa and I, however, have been sprinting about the house and emitting high-pitched yelps at random for the past hour, and we now have more gray hair.

Welcome to the full moon! (Are we done yet?)