Weekend at the Office

My weekend has been so full of excitement.  Forgive me for ever complaining about being bored.  Boring sounds so good right about now.  However, drama follows me like static cling and it feels like another day at the office.  *sigh*

 

It is amazing the things that go on in my life.  I wouldn't believe me, but alas I was there.

 

We have had a lot of storms that weakened a maple tree in our yard.  The top fell during the night and scared my kid who was sleeping at grandma's.  My husband was cutting it up in the driveway the next morning and slipped with the chainsaw.  He managed to cut a gash worthy of 6 staples.  I about threw Nattie out of the way when I heard him calling my name.  It wasn't bleeding much but I had to drive him in his truck and I'm glad I grabbed an icepack because he turned white as a sheet and inside I was hyperventilating.  I made him put the leg on the dash and cursed, wishing we were inside Betty and had OnStar.  I was scared, but didn't cry until I sat down and gave the front desk our insurance card.

 

My best friend and her husband cooked our family dinner that night.. which I picked up after the odyssey of CVS at 5 pm on a Sunday.  On top of that, I picked up a kitten for fear of running over it.. and ended up caving to my kid.  As of right now, I feel terrible because I really don't want the hassle this kitten has put me through.  I just pulled a comforter off the bed because he's so young he doesn't know how to get to a cat box.  That and he cries ... but oh the feline Valium of him.  He's so sweet.  I just am not ready for all this.

 

It's enough I'm freaking out over the fish tank and making sure it stays topped off because my Enheim filter decided to stop and I had that drama the other day.  Plus school is starting soon, and we are going on vacation in less than a week.  God help me.

 

And how's this for drama?  I open the back door and huge Possum takes off running and Judy runs after it.  I was screaming like someone was murdering me, but I stayed on the porch.  That animal could have killed Judy.  It was twice her size.  It took all her powers of self control to stop and come to me.  It was instinct that drove her and I am so glad I trained my dog to listen.

 

This is Judy. Who Chased a possum.

I come back in to the 'gift' and wall of smell. So it's 2 am and I am doing laundry.  Plus I think another cold is coming on.

 

How did my cosmos get so misaligned?  I need a deep cleansing.  Maybe I should set the cycle on sanitize and climb inside my washer and go for a spin.  It seems logical at the moment, but adrenaline does that to you.