with the clippers and a long haired cat. Oh, and a son whose job was to corral the cat and possibly help hold him down while I did the deed.
I wish I could tell you that there was a happy ending to the story. But that would be lying. In truth, it was all quite ugly. And the cat, uglier.
If I could find the camera, I would think about taking a picture. The idea of trying to post it though overwhelms my brain today. Or any day for that matter. Just imagine what a gray cat with formerly long hair might look like if shaved with a cheese grater.
A couple of times I forgot to use the #2 guard.
And that right there is about the summation of my last couple of days. I'm trying to get us ready to go on a monumental trip. Thanksgiving is coming you realize. And while my Mom is infinitely blessed with the blitzkrieg genes for cleaning out, organizing and packing for 5 people, this daughter of hers reacts more like a cat in the bathroom about to be shaved.
Even my list of things necessary to do doesn't make any sense because it's all over the place. Under "buy socks for the boys"--Tangent: why doesn't anyone have socks when you need to pack? How do ALL the socks manage to disappear a scant 2 1/2 minutes before you need to sort and pack them? What exactly are these kids wearing every day in their shoes on their feet? Or dare I know? Tangent over--it says, "check museum pass cost" followed by "unplug appliances".
Why is that confusing? Because I need it in a linear chronological order but I can't seem to get it written down that way to actually follow it. I'm the literal, living version of "When You Give a Mouse A Cookie". Trying to get from one task to the next leads me right into the next 6 tasks that have to be done too.
Blogging doesn't clear it up either, but you see, when I walked downstairs I saw the computer which reminded me that I needed to check on that email from my sister. While I was checking my email, I noticed my feeder, and after I scanned a couple of blogs, I thought it might help to blog about my dilemma. I have to go now because I just heard the washing machine cut off.
Let's hope I make it there before the clothes sour.