Meowy Kissmouse!

As we always tell the cats and dogs. :D Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were pretty good. Yesterday, I cooked a pork roast and we opened presents. Mr. Samoa got me fuzzy sockies. :D Today, we went up to Mom and Dad's and had ham, etc. and opened presents there. For reasons that never became completely clear, Mom was in love with the $1 mini feather duster that I got her at Dollar General. I figured if one was going to give someone dust catchers, one should give them something to dust them with, but I never expected her to gush over the feather duster! (shrugs) Mr. Samoa got a new bathrobe, with which he is very pleased. Merry Christmas once again to all!

Umm... yeah.

So I was sitting here, just now, playing Diablo and minding my own business. Then, I heard the jingling of bells outside. Mr. Samoa and I looked out to see Santa's sleigh wheel by on the road. With jingle bells and all. It just went by again, and I *think* it might be a salt truck that has jingle bells on it for some reason. I'm not sure. Considering it's Dec. 23, it's all rather surreal.

Today, 3:30 AM.

The dogs struck again. :P

It got butt-cold last night, into the single digits, so we took Pepper and put him in the garage. He must not have been that cold, however, as evidenced by the following. At 3:30 AM, I heard Pumpkin start to bark. This woke me just in time to hear the jingle of Pepper's dog tags as he sprinted by the garage, having wiggled out through a crack in the door. So, leap out of bed, get coat and slippers. I got out, no sign of Pepper. I could hear jingling, however, so I called him and he came. As it turned out, he had gone next door to see if his friends that live there were up for some play in the middle of the night. : P I beat down my homicidal urges, praised him for coming when called, and put him back up in his doghouse. If he's warm enough to be an asshole, he's warm enough to be in his house, I say. :P Dog BBQ, anyone?

SUNDAY

I actually don't think anything happened. I vacuumed, I baked some cookies, we did laundry. The wee hours of this morning more than made up for it, though. :P

SATURDAY

Oh, Gawd. This is giving me flashbacks just thinking about it. :P

Mr. Samoa's job involves doing work when the little weasels at Bugpit U are not using the computer system, to wit weird hours of the night. Saturday in the wee hours was one such time, meaning Mr. S had to get up at 3 AM. Even that wasn't the problem. The problem was that he kept snoring, I'd poke him, and then he'd jump straight up and try to shut off his alarm and grab his glasses. I would then have to drag him back into bed. This happened like 3 or 4 times. I have never been so glad to shove him out the door so I could sleep. :P

FRIDAY

Yeah. So Thursday night, I collapsed all right. Y'see, I lost my med key. Which I did not discover until I got to Shady Acres. And the spare key at SA is no more. So there I was. Tossed the med room, went home, tossed our house, went back, tossed the group home. All to no avail. They did get their meds in the end, but I didn't find my key until after that. Mr. Samoa finally found it at theeee very bottom of our laundry hamper. I might mention that it's now attached to my car keys, so that that won't happen again. Blech. :P

TODAY

I am soooooo going to pay for this tomorrow.

8 AM: Down to Samoaville, where the Shady Acres corporate office is located, for training. I can now save your life, at least mostly.

Noon: Back to Bugpit. Walk dogs, eat lunch.

1 PM: Head to Cakeville to meet up with Caroline and Saskia. Field phone call from Shady Acres, who have forgotten that I had training today. :P Shop. (As it turns out, tiny babies are highly portable. Who knew?)

2 PM-6 PM: Shop/head home from Cakeville. Struggle to stay awake.

8 PM: I'm going to be heading in to Shady Acres to pass meds. I am going to guess that this will lead to:

10 PM: Collapse.

Good times! :P