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grumping

A mistake is not changing the channel. Jorge is on doing an interview, and he's still as irritating to me as ever.

But why am I up at all? Dogs. And their asshole owners. This late at night, dogs are outside barking and yapping and yipping and driving me away from the comfort of my warm and comfy bed. Note to asshole dog owners: YOU SUCK!

At least I've gotten a little online shopping done. The one thing I'm not going to do is knit. Knitting while annoyed is worse than knitting while tipsy. Not to mention I'm already annoyed at this project. I'm attempting to make Pablo's beanie propeller hat. Yes, more Backyardigans.

 

This is for Jem, though. Jem has joined Bug on the "Backgans" wagon, and she loves her some "Pablone." She has a beanie of Pablo ("big Pablone") and the little Pablo ("baby Pablone") that she confiscated from Bug's birthday cake (critters were both torn from their green bases).

 

Why I am even attempting this as a Christmas gift only goes to show how insane I am. You see the vertical stripes? Those are not easy to make at all, especially when working from a pattern that doesn't have vertical stripes. Also raising the difficulty level is the basic math involved. Being able to count to 72 is hard enough for casting on without then having to divide by 4 to section out the colors. You're probably wondering why this is so challenging for me, but if you are considering berating me, I'd prefer that you just skip to the part where you kiss my ass. I'm too grumpy to deal with any good-natured ribbing at this point.

To add insult to injury, it's now tomorrow. I shall (again) bump the time of the post back so as not to spoil my run. Screw you, time. I don't want shit from you, either.

I am tired of cleaning up pee.

Am I the only one in this house capable of using the proper elimination point? Apparently not.

The cat's being tested for diabetes, he's peeing so much. Still, my bed? TWO couches? It just ain't fucking right. Today I found that he'd gone on the TOP of the couch, too. It sprayed on the wall and down the wall behind the couch, three streams leading back under the couch. And since peeing on the couch is akin to peeing on oneself, the cat had a bath yesterday. Today I had to wash my sheets since he'd apparently been on the couch (to pee more??) before cuddling up next to me for the night. ugh. ugh. ugh. I told the vet I could handle diabetic cat care. But this? HELL no. This is a deal breaker. Hear me, Slava? STOP THE INSANITY!

I'll cut Jem a break since she's supposed to wet her pants, but what's Bug's excuse? She's had two accidents since we've been home -- both in the bathroom -- after waiting till it was too late to go. She's agreed to a pee schedule; I will remind her to go regularly. She doesn't know that my reminders will include mandatory bathroom time. Even if she says she doesn't have to go, she will go.

I don't think Slava will go for a schedule. I'm thinking diapers for him.