First off, I want to make it perfectly clear that everyone made it through the weekend alive! How, I'm not sure, but they did.
So as some can probably guess after last week's lesbian cavegirl facebook status message, I was having some computer issues last week. My husband, bless his heart, sometimes forgets he is a carpenter and not a computer technician, something he apparently FINALLY realized when on Friday, he did something that took my barely functioning PC that could still connect to the internet and made it a non-functioning internet computer. Thankfully, despite the fact I am a blonde, I had the presence of mind to get my genealogy stuff off it and on to my flashdrive before I let him sit down at the computer after I got home from the library Friday night. So after refraining from murdering him for two days (I am so proud of myself) I made him go out and talk to the guys where we got our computer and ask them how to use our backup discs to get it back to the way it was when we first got it (he forgot how to do it and I have no interest in knowing, cause if I screw it up, I wouldn't be able to bitch at him hehe). So we are all fixed up, woohooo!
As if severing my lifeline above wasn't enough, last night my beloved "I'm a carpenter but think I'm a comp tech" hubby lost two of my cats. In our kitchen, we have a patio door which my husband has an aversion to locking after he comes in from BBQing. All three of our cats are housecats, but our middle one hubby would bring outdoors with him so she has now gotten the "outdoor itch" and over the past two months has gotten out a few times, only shortly, when he forgets to lock the door. Well last night, it's about 9:50, I'm watching some TV, he is on the phone with our internet provider, and I get up to go to the kitchen, and lo and behold, screen door is open about 5inches. Even though I would be nervous about leaving the middle one out, she has never ventured far on her Houdini escapes so I wasn't overly worried HOWEVER also in on the escape is our antisocial youngest cat who there is NO DAMN WAY IS GONNA LET US TOUCH HER TO CATCH HER cause she doesn't let us touch her now LMAO. She's the one I am most worried about, cause I consider her my baby (shhhhh, don't tell my other cats). She's the cat version of me, an anti-social bitch, 'cept I don't have multiple personality disorder, which I am pretty sure she does. On the rare occasion she lets you pet her, she will purr, then growl at you, then purr. I'm telling ya, this cat is Sybil! Oh what the neighbors must have thought seeing me and my two kids out at ten o'clock at night with flashlights, which REALLY is pointless since both cats ARE BLACK! Catching a cat when they don't wanna be caught isn't easy at the best of times, but catching a cat that is completely black in the dead of night......well, you'd probably have a better chance at findihg a needle in a haystack. We found the cat from hell but she gave me the slip when she ran back around the house where I lost sight of her. Thankfully she was so traumatized by the "OMG HUMANS ARE TRYING TO TOUCH ME experience, that when she ran out back past the opened patio door, she bolted back in the house. Our middle one, my daughter's cat, came back sometime after 11 either when she heard my kid calling her or when she (the cat!!!) was done whoring around. Needless to say, after the fixing of the computer and thr return of the felines, my husband felt MUCH more comfortable (and safer) closing his eyes last night when he crawled into bed beside me!
My cats aren't the only thing that was found yesterday either! I found out I do indeed have muscles in my legs too!! Yesterday we took a drive back up to the Fundy Trail to see how much further they have gotten with. After stopping along the side of the road so "The Boy" could puke (damn kid KNOWS he can not read in a vehicle) we get there, check it out and decide to head back to Fuller Falls. Now, I'm a big girl, and I KNEW better then to try and make it down those damn ladder stairs cause I know the workout it was on me when I was actually small and in shape, but not one to deny my kids something (well, except a bite of my cheesecake) I went down with them. All things considered, I think I did pretty damn good getting down for a girl my size, and the getting up wouldn't have been THAT big of a deal if my husband hadn't have been behind me making jokes which made me laugh. Skinny people, let me tell ya something, having a fatchick climb up a rickety damn stair-ladder up a hill that is likely a twenty or thrity foot drop, makes them winded enough. We do NOT need you behind us doing crap that is gonna make us lose the already short amount of breath we got! But I MADE IT!! Of course now, the day after, when I have discovered muscles in my legs I forgot I had, I am kinda wishing I hadda died!
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