Mutti Chronicles

Yes, it’s time to apply for yet another new job. My employer is stringing me along with about 8 hours a week. How’s a person supposed to make any money that way. But yet along about November they’ll be begging me to work 10 hours a day. So into the mail goes another job application. But how will I ever be able to leave my present job after the wonderful BBQ we had the other day at lunch. Actually the hamburgers tasted like a mix of cardboard and sawdust and everything else was pretty bland. But at least we got a paid half hour to eat it, which means a half hour I didn’t have to talk to our half-witted customers.
Ah, but in happier news, Digby is a sweetie. And so cuddly. And he has the most beautiful sea green eyes. But more about him later.

Digby (formerly known as Domino) seems to have had a good night. I didn’t hear any crying so I think he slept well. This morning he’s showing some actual signs of affection. He rolled around on my lap and layed on his back and let me rub his stomach. All the while purring. He has the cutest little gray spot on the bottom of his foot. He also does that cat thing where they walk in between your feet and try to trip you. So far, so good…

This is the cat formerly known as Domino, now known as Digby:

It’s a little blurry, but it’s our new kitty! In fact, we are off to get him right now at the Marathon County Humane Society.

(This message was actually posted by Aaron, since SOMEONE hasn’t given me the ability to upload pics, not that I had the chance to ask yet.)

So we’re back from vacation…back to our real life. Bailey came back from the kennel smelling really good after her post-boarding bath. I’m sorry Bailey, but the hot pink scarf they put around your neck doesn’t work for you. She doesn’t seem to have missed us, maybe she liked it better at the kennel. But she does keep smelling Bonnie, maybe trying to figure out where Bonnie has been. Since the last few days of vacation were so interesting maybe I should go now and send a slobbering, self-depricating thank- you note to my mother-in-law.

1. Do not ask me every 10 minutes if I’m ok. If I’m not ok I’ll let you know.
2. Do not ask me if I need someone else to drive. If I do, I’ll let you know.
3. Please do not scream “The dog threw up!” She’s old, she can’t help it. Just clean it up the best you can, I’ll get to it later.
4. If you think I’m going the wrong way, don’t wait til 10 miles has passed. Tell me now.
5. Do not ask to go to the bathroom every 10 minutes. There will be stops along the way. Hopefully with decent bathroom facilities. If it’s an emergency and you’re a woman, I will stop immediately.
6. Do not buy every trinket, tee shirt, or momento along the way. There will surely be another tourist trap down the road.
7. Please don’t make me eat every single meal at McDonald’s. My ankles will swell up.
8. And finally…If I win the $200 million powerball Saturday night, we’re just going to buy a chunk of Nova Scotia.

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