Here come the cramps, doo-doo-doo-doo...

Here come the cramps
And, I say
It's not right....

Sorry, Mr. Harrison, but, it just popped into my head.

Left one, this time. So far, there's only a colt-sized horse treadin' on it, but I expect he'll grow into a full sized Clydesdale soon enough.

This shit is getting so weird. Remember I said a few days ago that it had made it's prescence known in a small way? Well, it waved at me, then went completely away til just now, with the cramps barely getting started.

What is that about?

I have the politest, most 'helpful' monthly terrorist on the planet, apparently. It sends out 'warnings' in advance, just like a dentists office does with those 'appointment reminders'. Wow.

So, let's see if I can guess what the schedule is this time.

Check in: No later than tomorrow morning.
Check out: No later than Wednesday morning.

I was pissy yesterday morning, then yesterday afternoon on the way to cash Eric's check, I got to looking at all these cute little brick houses and feeling all weepy because I doubt Eric and I will ever have that kinda life and I bought a lottery ticket.

I don't play the lottery.

And, this morning, here I am, in a pretty good mood, in spite of the fact that we didn't win and I got bit on the finger by a kitten. And, in spite of the crampiness. I don't 'git it' and I hate hormones, by the way. (And ovaries and uterusi... uteruses? whatever... you can have the whole kit and kaboodle. Free, even.)

That's another thing. I have about 15 cats. A friend wants a kitten. So, what do I do?

Go out in the barn and catch him one that isn't mine, that's what.
And, get bit.

My big excuse for doing that this time is that he wants a cat who looks like Sylvester and the best I could do with any of mine is one that looks like a Holstein. So, I caught him a Sylvester, who is currently hiding in my bedroom, plotting my death, no doubt. (Cue up the "JAWS" theme...)

This guy is one of my really good friends, but I just can't do it. Well, I mean, I could, if I reeeally had to, but if you were gonna do something that would make you cry for days and you had another way to get the same thing accomplished, wouldn't you take the alternate route?
Me too.
Finger puncture and all.

In the meantime, I now know what the hay deal was about. He just wanted me to smell it and see how nice it was because that's what Jon (the Liar Guy) brought for Storm. (He works on a farm himself and is constantly dropping off bales of hay one and two at a time. (Ask me...I dunno.)

Anyway, it was the phone call that was the important part, but, just like last time, I'm not gonna say anything yet. (Which is a huge clue, right there...) I don't wanna jinx shit by making any premature, 'grand announcements'.

I will, however, say that keeping Dan in mind is helping me stay calm and not get freaked out. This is the third time we've done this. The first time didn't work out and Dan made me feel all kindsa better about it. The second time, it did work out and I hope more than you could believe that it does this time, too.

If I'm not mistaken (and I may well be) I think my 'lil friend' had showed up right before the last time we did this, too. I know I had 'intestinal distress' the first time. And, for good reason, as it turned out.

Aaaanyway....

It's too nice out to be sittin' here and I probably oughta do something with the mess that is the carport.

I shall return.

Peace.

Posted by: Stevie at 02:03 PM

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