God's idea of slapstick

[docwebster]

The household after tomorrow will have anywhere from three months to a year to find a new mortgage or pay this one off. The heater only kinda sorta works. There's mice and the housekeeping shows the marks of a year plus of depression and despair, to put it mildly. Plus our cat Samantha is on her last legs, our beloved little neurotic love junkie grey and white girl elder kitty. When does it fucking stop?

Comments

mice?

[katharinakatt.livejournal.com]

Why / how do you have mice when you have cats???

Re: mice?

[docwebster.livejournal.com]

Your concern is touching. In any event, we do and rest assured Mo-zilla is hunting the little suckers down. Except for the very first one he caught, brought it to me still alive and had this "NOW what do I do with it?" look on his face, it was priceless.

Re: mice?

[katharinakatt.livejournal.com]

Oh good. I was perplexed.

[docwebster.livejournal.com]

Not at all.

[kshandra]

Some days, I'm not sure it ever does. *love*

[hnybny.livejournal.com]

Yeah, slapstick. Otherwise known as the "kick you when you're down" strategy. Ugh! *Hug*

[necrotica.livejournal.com]

"When does it fucking stop?"

I've been asking this for over half my life. Hopefully it all ends soon. All the bad crap, anyway.