Oi. Hassles.

 

Welp.

We need a new roof. That's $7,000. Fortunately, my Mother In Law can take care of that and our damn car.

The car literally dropped its belly completely to the pavement today. The front end of it, anyway.

$150 for a check to see what's going on. $970 to fix it to the point it will JUST run, no guarantees for how long. And they say after it's at that point, they can give us a quote for how much to handle the problem entirely. UGH! ... (more inside)

Speak Up While You Still Can, but be aware

You know you're living in seriously fucked up times when suddenly you are afraid to post what you think about the governmental leaders.

Every time I post about hating that orange fucker, I wonder if this is the one that will get the goddam feds to show up at my door and drag me away.

At the same time, I refuse to be silenced. I damn well speak my mind until they drag me away from my keyboard, put me up against a fucking wall, and fill me with bullets.

This insanity is not normal, folks. It's not freedom. It's not legal. And it's not RIGHT.

Be afraid, be very afraid. But DO NOT let the fascists silence you!

Chronic illness can bite my shiny pink ass

And my shit health progresses.

I can no longer sleep when I lie down, because I struggle to get complete breaths, then wake up fully due to hypoxia, fighting to catch a breath.

I was up all night like this. And this was far from the first night. So I told Sam shit needs to change...

Does it get any cuter?

 

NOPE! :)

That's my spot!

Romeo thinks he is Sheldon Cooper.

If Cubby is curled up next to me and Romeo decides it's time to be on the bed, the little shit starts yapping at Cubby "You're in my spot! YOU'RE IN MY SPOT!" until I tell Cubby he needs to move. Then Romeo jumps up and curls up in the spot. For two minutes, before he moves over to lay on my pillow.

He's an absolute little shit. But he's cute, so I allow him to live.