This morning I wore socks, also known as foot jails, for the first time since May. Something inside of me died a little. This afternoon I put my feather duvet that my mom bought me on my bed and felt all warm and happy. Then Norbert and I had an argument about him being allowed to pee on it. He did it once a few years back and if I have ever been ready to take Norbert to the SPCA that was the day. Oh, was I mad. Tonight we had another argument over milk because we don’t have any so in a rage he bit one of my houseplants. I heard a loud rip of leaves. Now he is downstairs for the night for being a naughty cat. It’s a completely finished basement with food and water and a huge fluffy cat bed but he knows he has been bad. He was crying for a minute but I think he’s gone to sleep now.
Earlier I had a bath and when I was getting dressed I put my pyjama top on backwards. It is still on backwards. Agh. Who has the energy to fix these things?
Stay tuned. This week I am canning pears. My biological dad and stepmom gave us 8 pounds. I have never canned anything before so this may prove interesting.