And for once I am not talking about the Rottenator.
- My tulip tree.
Saucier Magnolias. It makes sense, southern, magnolia, etc. But this paragraph in particular struck me:
Saucer Magnolias flower here in early March, and flowers appear before the leaves. I call these trees "frost trees" as they always seem to flower and bring on a killing freeze. This habit is their primary disadvantage, as the flowers are blitzed by freezes in one out of every four to five years.
Yes they god damn do. The day after this stupid fucking tree bloomed, we were hit by 20 degree weather and the damn blossoms turned brown and fell off. I didn't even have the heart to take a picture of it, I was so depressed.
This is what it is supposed to look like in full bloom.
Maybe because it is delicate and fragile...like me.
Anyway, one hard freeze later, and the damn thing is dead. I'm super pissed. That's why this tree is an asshole.
Asshole # 2:
This picture does not include opened cabinets, bottles of spices overturned, cans of diet coke spilled.
Really, cat? Two days of being left alone and this is how you react? Aren't you supposed to sleep during the day anyway?
Well, the Rottenator returns to an overnight shift Sunday night so maybe the Nooge will stop acting out and destroying my house which I am too tired to clean at the moment.
He is currently in quarantine because he has overturned our lamp and busted a light bulb for the umpteenth time and has attacked me every time I dared to move.
I think my friend Birdie had the right idea when she suggested crating. It can't just work for dogs, can it?
And speaking of, the Rottenator desperately wants one. I am more hesitant. Mostly, because I am not a dog person. And they smell. And I cannot even fathom the amount of damage that will be inflicted upon my house should we disrupt the Nooge's routine even more by introducing a sibling.
He is definitely the ruler of all he surveys and don't you forget it.
My Mood Ring(tone) of the Day: