Good morning, world. We’re having another morning here. Podrick will not leave Pippin alone. He’s been locked in the bedroom twice now and we haven’t even been out of bed for an hour. I’m doing my best to not have a complete meltdown over it like yesterday.
I had a bad Friday. I was trying to finish my striped panties, pinning the waist and leg trim in place. Podrick was locked up because I was using the sewing machine. As I’m pinning (and repinning and repinning again), Shawshank let Podrick out of the bedroom, saying “we’re gonna need to find another place for your wigs”.
I lost it. I’ve already moved those wigs so he couldn’t wreck them, because he’s fucking determined to do just that. I’d moved them out of the bathroom. I’ve moved them out of the bedroom. They’ve been stuffed in drawers. They’ve been hidden in the closet. I finally had them all in one box, along with all of my other costume accessories, in a spot that was easily reached so I could grab them when the mood struck.
And that fucking shithead of a cat jammed his fist between the closed flaps to pull the wigs out, strand by strand.
I’m just so fucking tired of doing all the things to control the problems in my life, and still having it fall apart.
Oh, and Pippin has a cold. Lovely. Just one more thing I’m gonna worry about.
By the time I put my clown makeup on, my mood was only slightly better. I never finished the panties, so I was pissed I couldn’t wear the cute clownish outfit I had planned, and I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to wear because I don’t have many options for cute panties. I managed to get streaming slightly earlier than normal. Nothing I did was what I wanted, and it showed. I made a whole $3.
Today is our shopping day. We’re driving out to Slightly BiggerTown and we’ll be home by mid-afternoon.
