katleept

It's been one %^&*%^%^&^& of a week this week! Work is getting worse, and if I have to listen to another idiot cussing me out and stand there and take it, I'm bound to rip their freaking throats out with my bare hands. We found out a family friend has died. Our doctor, also family friends who's saved most of my human family's lives at one point or another although his brain isn't what it should still be, has been forced into retirement due to his health, leaving us to have to drive an hour and a half one way tomorrow to get the medical treatment we need -- on, if we're lucky, about five or six hours of sleep.

I WISH to Gods that was all I had to bitch about it. ( But it's not. )

    We just got back from the Mardi Gras parade, and we had a blast!  =)  I am so thrilled that our new town is so welcoming and friendly; there's really a better stance of people here for the most part.  There was no problem with brats running us down or traffic accidents or idiots screaming so loudly that we had headaches afterwards.  What's more, is my beloved Jack was determined to haul my Father with us, especially as Dad's been going through such a rough time lately, -- and, though he won't admit it and only said that he was tired when asked if he'd had a good time, I do believe he enjoyed himself!  My love and I made a haul on the beads and got a few candies, and my Father, who never gets into anything he thinks is "kiddish", such as catching stuff at parades, actually came away with a bead and a moon pie that he got himself!!!!!!!!!  I am SO HAPPY right now!!!!!!!!!!  And I'm thinking about throwing a Mardi Gras parade right here for our own kids and am about to see if I can talk my sweet love into it . . .

    Oh, and did I mention that this also inspired a brand new Mag. 7 fic idea??  I haven't been this excited with a parade since I was a child -- including the one I was in!  =)