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10.28.04 - 2:35 p.m. My house is completely chaotic today. Yes, completely...we're not talkin' partials, baby. My aunt is staying here while mom is in recovery for her back surgery. (Yep, one of the most prescribed surgeries...my mom just HAD to have it.) This isn't the chaos...just backstory. A lead-in if you will. It's nice having my aunt here...she's a lot of fun. A lot like my mother. She used to be a tad bit annoying, once she and my uncle Marty started to bring in the dough...cash. She loved to talk about the places she's been (Example: The other night D., and I took she and my mother out to eat at this little towny bar. I ordered a Guiness because it was the special, and my Mother took a sip and made a face and asked my Aunt if she had tasted this mysterious exotic beer. At the time the waitress was at the table and my aunt replied, "Cathy, don't forget I went to Ireland last year. I've tasted the real thing at the brewery. As if the stuff we get here is some sort of designer knock off.), or how much they help out their kids. They pay my cousins' car payments, and put up down payments for their homes. Sweet...I know. And since my family is, how you say...poor, we get a bit silly jealous and defensive and think she does it to rub it in our faces a bit. Typical response from the have-nots, when in reality my aunt was a have-nots years ago, and they rose above it and now she just wants to express it. She rarely does it now, proof people can mature. Anyway...so the chaos. Along with my aunt staying here, my mother's miniature long hair dachshund is also staying with us. My siamese cat, Toby, isn't so happy with this new arrangement. His little buddy Charlie went to the vet on Tuesday morning to get his claws removed and his testicles clipped. Of course, Charlie being slightly on the "special" end of the spectrum only had one descended testicle...they had to search about his abdomen for the mission teste. Toby was left to fend for himself, until today when D. brought Charlie home from the vet. Unlike Toby when had the "surgeries" Charlie was ready to play. I decided with the stitches and bloody paws, play time wouldn't be such a great option so I shut him up in our bedroom with Toby. I was thinkinig it would be nice for Charles to have some company, and I thought maybe Toby would relax his fur and tighten his pupils a bit if had his little buddy back. Nope. Not really sure if maybe Charlie smells different without his male hormones, or maybe Toby smells the vet office him, or what, but Toby is not so happy to see little Charles and I had to separate them on several occasions because Toby was hissing and biting Charlie's back. So now Toby is hovering in the upstairs hallway, occasionally peering down around the corner to hiss at the dumb little pup, while Charlie is sleeping, shut-up in my bedroom. I can't believe I just wrote an entry almost entirely about pets. I don't want to be one of those people!! ugh. I need to get out more.
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