Is everyone back now? Are you all done ignoring me? Just another reason for me to hate the holidays: Everyone leaves.
I blog on and on: Here's what I got for Christmas! Hey, Dick Clark and me, throwing down!
Me: Christmas, New Year's Eve, blah! Celebrate good times, come on! [insert picture, insert another picture]
You Guys, 14 days later: …heh.
So, good. We're back to normal. I gave you yesterday to catch up, if you wanted to, and now here we are back to it being a regular, boring time of year so I'll show you pictures of my pets.
I guess when I said I'd show pictures of my pets, I meant my dogs. We had all the cats put down. We're moving. I wonder if anything can incite my fury faster than, "We have to get rid of our pet. We're moving." Don't get me started.
Speaking of which, sometimes Purple Clover will run on Facebook old articles I wrote, and they ran the one about when Lily was missing and I looked for her at the fire station. THAT story on Purple Clover links to the OLD story about how she was missing. I looked at that story for the first time in months, and someone had left a long rambling comment about what a terrible person I was for just having the screen door open when I have a cat.
"I have 11 cats, myself," she wrote sanely, "and sometimes my husband will be so selfish and irresponsible, just like you, and leave the door open and I always tell him how awful he is, just like you."
Do you know who probably has a wonderful life? Mr. Catz, over there.
The wonderful part about writing for P Clover has been that comments can't hurt my feelings anymore. Back in the old days, when I was a whippersnapper, if you guys even slightly disapproved, it was like touching a hot stove or something. OH! I'll NEVER say that again!
Now I'm all, fuck it. I guess that's a good attitude to have.
What do you say fuck it about that you didn't used to? Do tell.
I have to go, because hair, wet.
Oh! P.S. I had a good idea for our book club, the one Typepad insisted you stay for when they did that little writeup. Let's this year read books from our teen years: Lisa Bright and Dark, Go Ask Alice, Forever. What say you?
P.S.S. Sigh. My latest Purple Clover. Go ahead and say mean things on it. Fuck it.