Painful Work This Is

The younger clone here. Mom is paying me to put cat's in her store and I just finished with putting in Pink Bracelet YinYang Cat in  the Breast Cancer Awareness section. I started at around noon and just finished up cause I kept taking breaks(It had nooothing to do with the T.V. I swear). I'm stopping now cause my back hurts like no tomorrow(How does Mom do this? Sit in her chair almost all day and work that is.)and she's gotten me sick*glares at Mom*So Please go check out my latest additions to the store while I go complain about being in pain and sick.
Signing Off, The Younger Clone

Day Job & Dead Knee...

The dead knee explains the two cat revolving door last night and the two cats behind me on the office bed.  Wait!  Where'd they go?  Zaphy?  Zaphy?  Well, at least Star doesn't just go and abandon me!  I would sit up longer and put in more BCAM graphics right now but after sitting up doing the OMG It Took Me Two Hours To Do One Graphic (and you're only supposed to take half an hour... I put down one hour) for the Day Job (or was it more? anyway) I am a dead Kat... at least for now.  Maybe later.

Oh yeah, and as my daughter was leaving to go bowling with her Girl Scout troop, my husband came in because he was out of insulin in his pump.  She turned around mid-out-the-door, ran back, and gave him a hug.  He came into the office with a total look of disbelief on his face.  "She's never done that before!!"  "What honey?"  He pointed out same. I shrugged, "Maybe she just likes you."  ::giggle:: 

FYI he's her step-dad.

Dead Artist Walking...

no, make that falling into my bed.  We're having our first cold rain of the season outside.  Which explains why the ankle I double dislocated two years ago has started talking to my knees.  It rather makes me wonder what kind of conversation my body parts have when I'm asleep.  "Hey!  Hey!  Right Shoulder!"  "What is it, Left Knee?" "I was thinking... how about tomorrow we do some kind of alternating stabbing pain thing?" and then the right ankle pipes up, "Oooooh!  I want in on that action!" and my wrists go, "Us too! Us too!"  I can just imagine my wrists squealing like those cute little animae characters.

For some reason, every time I've opened the front door tonight, Zaphoid has been there going, "OMG!!!  You've got to let me INnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!  I'm dyingggggggg out here!!!!"  I dutifully let him in and say as he dashes off into the kitchen in search of sustenance to sooth his soul, "You know, you could have just used the same cat flap you used to get out of the house."  For some reason, he never wants to talk about that.  Go figure.

Ah well.  My son is back from his father's house.  My daughter had a slight ketchup crisis which was solved by a fast run to the grocery around the corner.  No, I take that back.  I drove the van, she ran in and out, also getting sorely needed milk & creamer.  In the meantime, the male teenager left at the house, having been asked by his sister... then told by his sister... then told by me... then reminded by me...

totally ignored the oven timer going off in the same room where he was engrossed watching tv (yes, I have one in the kitchen, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa!  but I have my reasons), and had yea, verily, yea, NOT taken out the fishsticks which caused the ketchup crisis in the first place.  ::head:desk::

I'm going to bed now.  No, really.  I'm going to gather in the cats and lay down with a good book & the tv (I multitask... I also watch tv & do hand-sewing), put my legs up, splint my wrists (note the 'p'!  no cutting allowed on this blog!  ::wry grin::), and kick back until tomorrow.  The kids are starting fall break... muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!