I swear, I do NOT work hard to make up the titles of my blogs. At the moment I am listening to the brat cat (Leo most likely) try to get into the cabinet in the kitchen where the cat food is stored. Mind you their bowls are hugely full. I could just have easily titled this "Fat Cats and Baby Locks) In the last house I had to have baby locks on all the cabinets because of the stupid cat. Looks like I may have to do that again.
Gum in the Shower. I went to finally take my first shower in my new home and found GUM stuck to the inside ledge as well as a used stars and stripes bandaid. EWW!! People are SO gross!! I will tackle it during daylight...or in a day or so. Why so long? Because...
Second degree burns. On my FEET. The soles of my feet. I have been a barefooter for as long as I have been alive. I have calluses three inches thick on my feet. The movers had my car blocked in so I thought nothing of walking to the bus stop to get Bianca. Halfway there I recalled I was now living in a Southern state. Apparently blacktop gets much MUCH hotter here than up north. OW. OW. So now I look like a real retard because I have burned and blistered feet at the bus stop in front of the other moms. I know they think I am a hopeless case. I would too. I have done nothing but stupid shit since I got here. I mean these are HUGE blisters. Last time I had this happen (yes, I am dumb enough to do this twice) was on LI many years ago when I left my car to walk across the campus parkinglot barefooted. Same result. The lot was much bigger than it looked at the time. By the time I realized I was burning I was already halfway across. Instead of going back for my shoes I ran the rest of the way...completely forgetting about the walk BACK to the car.
I now have a house full of boxes and I can;t walk. Sheesh. Let me mention the girl child who was SO sensitive to my pain.
B: Can we go to my friend's house?
J: No B we have a lot of work to do. Besides, I really think I hurt my feet.
B: (whining) But I want to go! You said I could go!
J: You need to help me unpack! This is your stuff too.
B: But I'm just a little girl. I can't do anything!
J: You mean you don't want to do anything. I know you want to play, but I really could use your help. I burned my feet. See the blisters?
B: (barely glances) I don't see nothing
J: Of course you don't. Regardless, I CANNOT WALK!
B: (ever sensitive) Well, there's the car!
J: (SCREAMS!!) Go to your room! GAH!!
Someone save me!