WithoutDoubt, the Worst Human Ever

Every once in a while, it does rain in Utah. Three years ago, when we were replacing the roof and all we had up top was studs and plastic, there was a three hour frog strangler. The whole house flooded, the living room ceiling collapsed onto the living room floor. That was one of the biggest "WHA-BOOM!!!" noises I've ever heard in my life. We ended up having to tear out most of the walls and ceilings in the house.

When it started pouring last night as I was out working in the garden, I grabbed up my stuff, tossed it into the shed and shut the shed door on my way into the house. It rained about an inch in half an hour.

This morning I got up and fixed kitty breakfast. No Kitsu. I opened the back door and called. A faint and pitiful meow came to my ears and I realized what I'd done.

Poor cat spent 14 hours locked in the tool shed. She's been Velcro kitty ever since. Velcro kitty with the smell of gasoline from the power tools wafting from her fur.

The Engineer called from London as she snuggled to my breast. She heard his voice on the phone and started telling him all about it, "Meow, wow, yow!" Which I took to mean, "Cruel female humie locked me in the shed! You would never do that."

Sigh.

Let's assuage my guilt with a picture of my yellow rose bush.
Much better.

So Hard Sometimes

When I arrived at the grocery store yesterday, I followed in a woman, her tween daughter and her two year old, who was in a stroller. The little kid was anger crying at the top of her lungs.

I'm a slow shopper. I read labels, pick out just the right pieces of produce, talk to many of the store employees. It seemed like every time I turned around, there was the stroller-confined siren. The kid had an unending supply of snot and tears. She screamed commands at her Mom.

"I want a toy!"

"I don't wanna be here!"

The Mom pleaded with her to calm down, asking, "Do you want a cookie? Do you want a donut?"

"NO!!!"

The monster kept screaming.

I finally got to the checkout line and began putting my groceries on the belt.

Who should push their cart in behind me, but the siren's Mom. It was so hard. I wanted so badly to bend down and say right to that beastly baby's face, "It's a good thing I'm not your Mom, I'd sell you to the goblins."

Deep down, though, I know it's the Mom's fault for letting her kid howl like that. Maybe I should try to sell the Mom to the goblins.