A pretty bad @#$%ing week

Took this photo about 3 hours after it happened. Got a steam burn at work. The problem with working with heat is that you develop a tolerance. I've actually burned myself at home while cooking and didn't even realize it until Shawn goes, "What did you do?!"

Instinctively, instantly, I pulled my hand away from the steam and quite literally watched the skin shrink back.

"[a VERY bad curse word]!!!" I exclaim.

And of course it's my left wrist and naturally my main goal is to keep it clean so I have the joy of walking around with a bandaged left wrist and getting awkward looks from strangers.
"What???" I shout at them.


The Evil Cat that Shawn brought home in January and bottle fed, was put out on Saturday. On Friday night, she had knocked over an entire bag of litter and somehow managed to scatter it from one end of the laundry room to the other. I swear that cat has opposable thumbs that retract into her claws, keeping them secret from me.

It was intended that the little demon spawn would be put out once she was big enough. "I think she can hold her own against any critter that finds it's way into the backyard," I muttered after finding the display of litter on the floor.

Out she went.

And back in she came, for she had seen our small dog using the doggie door and decided to give that a try. I came home from work Monday to find the little monster curled up by the oven as though she belonged there.

And this happened many, many, many more times Monday night until Shawn barricaded the doggie door with a baby gate and a 12 pack of Pepsi.

The dog did not come out of her bed the rest of the night. Now, she simply goes to the door out of habit and stares pathetically at me, as thought it were my idea. "Hey, I'd prefer to just get rid of the cat...." I tell the dog.

The dog mopes back to her bed.


So despite it to say that it's been a rough week and it's only Wednesday. I let the dogs out to play in the afternoon while fighting the cat back. She hisses at me as if to say, "I'm tear you a new butt hole once you turn your back."

Go ahead, you mean little turd. Just try it. For such an animal lover (though cat-hater extraordinaire) it surprises even myself the way I talk about the little monster. I'll just be glad when she kind find way out of the back yard and discover a whole new world beyond it. Namely, someone else's backyard.