Monthly Archives: October 2013

Oh the smell…….

I’ve had my windows open for days.

Today, I woke up to the smell of someone using their wood stove. The air was crisp and for a moment, before I opened my eyes, I thought I was home. It was wonderful until the dog chased the cat into the room, onto the bed, and over my head in a flurry of tails and claws. .

 

October is almost over, sigh. It’s my favorite month.

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OH and before I forget! DO NOT EAT THE MONOPOLY GUMMIE CANDY.

Just don’t do it.

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Yeah, that’s all I got. I’ve sort of forgotten what I came here to write about. …

Catriona

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There is a bad taste in there.

Yeah, in my mouth.

Bad, bad taste.

Apple Cider.

It’s my favorite, FAVORITE beverage of Autumn. If, IF it doesn’t taste like it was poured into your glass via someone’s unhealthy rectum.

(I keep hearing “Rectum? Damn near killed em!” playing in my head over and over, just fyi.)

This right here, this was terrible. I don’t even know how to explain just how awful this was.

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You know you like my glasses, BTW. I adore these, they’re my favorite.

I wish I lived in a state that I could get fresh, nonrectum tasting Apple cider. Sigh. Is that too much to ask?

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Today hasn’t been too eventful.

It’s nice and cool here, I was able to open the windows. My cats are over the moon.

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Annnnnd say hello to Pie. Pie will be in the oven tomorrow, to make, well you know, pie.

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That’s all I got people. I’m irritated and tired and all sorts of under caffeinated. I need to……….hold on my son is making a suggestion…………………Hahhah He says you should all see my necklace…..

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He gave it to me several years ago for Mother’s day. It’s a locket. It says “I love you mom” inside. 🙂

He’s so funny. Anyway, there you go. Bad apple cider, cats, and a child with good taste in jewelry.

Catriona

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This week needs a junk punch.

Seriously.

This week needs to go the fuck home. It’s drunk.

I swear this week is out to test my patience. It’s like an angry, unmanageable teenager. With a drinking problem.

And it’s pissing me off.

 

Here’s hoping this week ends without any broken bones, or groins.

 

annnnnnnnnd since I’ve been such a downer this is for you:

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Catriona

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