All I want to know is who's going to cure me because I'm nearly there!To preface today, let me first discuss yesterday: Yesterday was tough. I realized several things I was trying to count on couldn't be counted on. One of these things was spending my birthday at the beach and actually have something be about me instead of the Army-Joe-Show. Well, this led to me having the crying disease - in the car, while making a sandwich, while trying to get my laundry out of the dryer, and even as I tried to eat a carrot in part with my lunch. It sucked. You can't cry and eat food because you end up inhaling it, and well...it was just a mess.
But today. Gosh, today gave me something to talk about other than Joe and the Army, which I believe was life's way of kicking me in the ass. I woke up late and took forever to get downstairs. When I finally did and was fixing myself breakfast, Molly acted like she wanted to go out, so I took her out once I had my yogurt/berries together in a bowl. I was standing outside as Molly continued sniffing around the garage door which always remains slightly ajar for our cats. I called her over toward the yard, but she wouldn't come. Dad keeps a live trap in the garage to catch miscellaneous raccoons and neighborhood cats (and even a turtle once) that get in the garage and after the cats' food. Thinking it would be one of these things (lately it's been a cat and the turtle), I held breakfast in one hand and opened the garage door with other. It all happened so fast, yet in slow motion. Molly ran under the garage door before I could see what's in the cage. I quickly realized she was face to face with a skunk and immediately began yelling at her to get out of there. Then there was a smell. An awful smell. Molly ran out of the garage and flung herself into the yard, rolling and rubbing her head in whatever she could find - one of her eyes was only opening halfway at this point. I flung the garage door down and screamed obscenities at Molly before I went silent. I stood in the driveway watching her roll, as I continued to eat my breakfast (that I realize now had probably been skunked), slowly absorbing what had just occurred . This was how the day started. We actually got her cleaned up fairly quickly, and the skunk smell came out of my clothes since Molly caught most of the action, though I did manage to carry the smell inside the house with whatever was lingering on my clothes. Oh well.
After that, I took my car to the shop and was told the new (faster) oil leak that I have is due to a front seal leak, and it will cost around $600 to fix. It's necessary, though, so I gave it the go ahead and will be driving Joe's wiener car around for the next 4 days.
I can appreciate irony and a good butt-kicking, but I think today may have been a little excessive. There were also a few financial things that popped up after I looked at the accounts to figure how the mechanic bill would work out. I won't discuss it here, but I do wonder about being on the same page in a relationship in even the general sense. Joe and I are most of the time, but it seems with this one subject we continue to have the same discussion. I want us to be equals, but when does one assume rank and take charge? Or do you just have to let it blow up before major change takes place?
One last thing - please think good thoughts for Joe's PT test tomorrow. If he passes, he'll start class on the 25th, and we can get this ball rolling. And I can count on a few things...
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Dude Katie. I've never dealt with a "skunked animal"...that's a new one on me! I kept thinking though how it's things like this that are truly making you a Missouri girl. :)
All the best to Joe & PT test!
at least it's not a rear seal... :D Why didn't you tell Gene this, he could've used a laugh yesterday, unless you did and he failed to tell me.
when y'all actually start living together and have to assume the physical roles of wife and husband, it's probably best to discuss who's responsible for what (can't really do it now because joe has other priorities and can't help much). it's always best to avoid a major blowup whenever possible because those tend to not be as rational and productive :).
i'm stroking your hair.
we have skunks who live in the downtown area who like to just waddle down the streets at night, and if our windows are open, the whole house just wreaks of the smell for a good hour (longer if the fans aren't on). it's horrible. and that's not even the skunk spray! it's just their general smell! oh molly.
Couple things: Joe's PT test got moved back again, making it a week straight of rescheduling. Awesome. Ari, I do have a rear seal leak as well, but it's very slow (and not worth the $500+ in labor alone to fix). I told Gene about the leak but can't remember if I told him about the skunk. It was almost time for dinner when we talked. As for a blow-up, I wasn't going to, but instead let the finances do it. In other words sit back and watch, and let Joe see for himself. But that doesn't seem like a good idea either because Katie has to eat.
I'm glad someone is stroking my hair.
Skunks are dirty bastards...
Well, perhaps you should revoke his spending abilities. Get him a card that can only withdrawal from ATMs and not make purchases ;). I know it's not a joking situation, but in reality very FRUSTRATING. Keep on keepin' on, don't give up yet.
In the LowreyFamily, we call it "making an executive decision" whenever one of us makes a major financial decision or a decision about the house, family, etc. Vern and I have agreed that whenever the term "executive decision" is used, the other partner automatically agrees with the decision being made. For other stuff that isn't immediate or important enough for making executive decisions, we take the time to discuss those issues. Its worked for us for 30 years' its a matter of trusting the spouse (either me or him).
Skunks are no fun!
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