Tonight was an awful night. This week has been wicked stressful at work and I've been going to the gym after work to try to destress and start losing weight. Tonight's blog was supposed to be about wondering when I would start to love the gym and get those endorphins that people who work out are always going on and on about. But....
I came home tonight, went upstairs to get sheets to wash, and found my poor baby cat Sherman dead. It was awful! I called her name and moved the chair she was laying on and she didn't respond and I knew. When I touched her she was hard. After my hysterical meltdown in the kitchen I pulled myself together to do what needed to be done. Now here's the funny part because I'm sure you can picture this in your mind.
I bring a shovel and a post hole digger into the backyard and pick out a good spot. I attempt to use the post hole digger, but quickly realized that wasn't gonna be effective. Digging a hole is entirely a lot of work after the gym.
Then the hard stuff. I had to go in and get Sherman. I've had 2 cats put to sleep, but when you go the emergency vet they put them in a box. Sherman was on the second floor and I had to pick her up. This is when the hysterical crying began again, but I did it. I took her out to the hole and I said a prayer and I buried her.
This is what my neighbors saw: me, carrying something wrapped in a garbage bag, crying hysterically, and stopping to throw up in the yard. As soon as my back was turned my dogs were lapping up my vomit. Good times.
My husband, God love him, is in Vegas. He has been out of town for the last 2 terrible things that have happened and I'm beginning to think I'm jinxed when he's not here. So, he is out drinking with his friends tonight in Vegas while I'm trying to convince myself not to dig up my dead cat to make sure she's really dead. I know she is, but I'm having a bitter moment. I love my husband. He is the best husband for me ever and I couldn't imagine my life without him, but he is NEVER going to Vegas again without me. He's been there since Saturday and has worked 2 days and gone out drinking 4 days.
Watching Cougartown tonight Jules gives up drinking for 1 month. I don't think I could do it. I had to leave tonight after my awfulness and buy a bottle of wine (I also got a salad and Boston cream pie to go from a deli near my house). Life without wine seems so boring. "It's like finding my missing child in a glass." "Can you believe I spend as much on wine as I do on food?"
So Paul owes me 5 drinking nights now and has promised that he will drink with me on Friday. And you bitches know I'll be counting to make sure he gets drunk 5 times with me!
I think I get to sleep in a little tomorrow so off to a 3rd glass of wine! Hey, it may make me an alcoholic, but whatever. I'm okay with that.
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