OMG (TIDBI –(That I Don’t Believe In”).
We got lightning and thunder and rain in August!
The hills are alive with wildfires.
We have a record-breaking heatwave.
PG&E keeps threatening to turn the power off.
And I got puking cats. Or rather, one puking cat.
Why does Leo hate me?
The other night, I had just gone to bed when I hear that make-you-wide-awake sound of a cat puking.
I could have ignored it, pretended I never heard it, and let Bill deal with it in the morning – but I just couldn’t ruin Bill’s morning like that.
So I get up. In the dark. I walk to the living room – carefully – oh so carefully – trying to ascertain where the puke puddle was.
As I go for the living room light switch …
Stepped in it.
With my bare feet.
Walking the best I can on the heels of my feet, I head for the bathroom, where I clean off the yuck.
OMG (TIDBI) OMG (TIDBI) OMG (TIDBI)
Get my feet clean, and go deal with the huge puke puddle.
Next morning. I wake up. Get out of bed.
And I see, right where I should have stepped (but for some reason didn’t this morning) – another puke puddle.
And then nature let loose on our punkin’ heads.
Heatwave (Thank God (TIDBI) we got the A/C installed); a real thunderstorm (something that is extraordinarily rare in California), complete with rain and a lot of lightning – a lot of lightning that started fires all over creation; including the Santa Cruz Mountains and Monterey and San Mateo – all of which are within breathing distance of us. It looks like we have medium-bad fog and smells like a smokehouse.
And PG&E is threatening everyone with rolling blackouts.
In the first place, you should already have the power off everywhere there is a fire – which is pretty much everywhere – so your power lines don’t make things worse. In the second place, just fuck you PG&E. It’s fucking August in California – you didn’t know there would be FUCKING HOT weather?
So I’m staying inside (like that’s a big change in my routine) with the A/C on (not so that we have icicles forming on our noses but enough to keep from melting away) and being VERY careful where I step.
2 thoughts on “THIS FAT OLD LADY’S WTF WEDNESDAY – WHAT ISN’T WTF?”
We have room for you, pets and husband here in Florida 🙂
Sorry, but no thanks! (Actually, my sister lives in Florida, as do one of my nieces and her husband, and a couple friends from Michigan!)