nurturer, giver, sigher

that's me (among other things)... poor jackson is sick and still has to work her two jobs (though she's either working a lot less or she's spending or saving more cuz, well, let's not start thinking about money again tonight... still waiting for that talk... and shopping... and so many important promises to be kept... out, dang parentheses) thank you... i've been taking care of happiness so she doesn't have to... part of her allowing the bugs in (yes, i believe we let bugs in sometimes) is the fact that poor happiness is dying, as in may not last the year and maybe not even the month and she doesn't want to have to see it and part of it is the email i sent asking for a pow wow (you may find yourself {whenever the days go by} reading it, even, cuz you know it's out there somewhere {like most wildest dreams} and if you've been paying attention you know where and what and much more)... i miss peace pipes... or perhaps it's the drugs i miss as i was never much of a fan of smoking or drinking poisons or the usual most humans do for recreation and sport (and escape, let's not forget escape... distraction too)...

the chair smells of urine... gonna spray it with fabreeze tonight and hope it helps... we did have some pet smell remover i bought but i am not sure where that went... with all the accidents poor happiness has had this year, the carpet is trash... curious may be marking her territory, like the arms of chairs, that she sits on... do i have to start peeing on things too? (oh stop laughing, it really smells bad lol)... and why in the world am i not sleeping, we wonder... really?... we wonder?...

who let the bugs out? (woof?)...

narf :)