Curse of the Black Cat

I can’t remember the last time I had a good night’s sleep. Lately, it just seems so much worse. I feel so agonizingly tired all the time and my fibromyalgia had been getting better but now it’s back with a vengeance. I know what the doctors said — no rest, no ease of pain. I just feel like everything hurts, even my eyeballs.

This morning I finally accepted the truth.

Aloof is a lot to blame for my lack of sleep and something has to be done about it whether I like it or not and whether he likes it or not.

Non-stop for months now he has been on a tirade about his food. I guess it’s just been getting worse and worse since I cut off the cat food ever-dispenser and went to feeding them twice a day on a vet-recommended restricted diet that the vet insisted that he’d get used to. He hasn’t lost any weight though Needy has but Aloof’s attitude has just gotten worse and worse.

How does he tirade? He goes around knocking things off of the furniture, whatever will make noise or spill — he’s figured out that cans sometimes have fluid in them.

So he starts anywhere between 3:30am and 5am and he starts sliding things off of my bed stands and dresser and he’s found other ways to make noise that annoys me too. He’s discovered the right amount of time from when I wake up and yell at him and he runs away to just before I’m about to fall asleep again so I never quite get back to sleep. Clearly he’s learned some sort of sleep deprivation torture from Dick Chenney’s people.

This is why I never want to get up in the morning, why after the animals have been fed in the morning at 6am, I can drift back to sleep, sleep through my alarm and be late to work, and sleep through half the weekend. It’s why I never feel rested through the work day. It’s why my eyes feel so tired that when I blink I feel on the edge of dreaming almost constantly and it’s getting worse.

So tonight, I’m going to start putting Aloof in Pugly’s kennel when I go to bed. Pugly and Needy always sleep quietly through the night or if they don’t, they rest or play quietly near me while I sleep and don’t wake me up until the alarm goes off — or until I start chasing Aloof. Aloof is the one that has to learn that bed time is bed time.

Of course, catching him is going to be the hard part. Catching him more than once, will be near impossible. But I think it’s this or part ways and I’m not ready to think about that.

Tags: the cats, the puppy, sleep deprivation, black cat, retraining a cat, photo blogging, flickr

Puppy Quarantine Again

Pugly has managed to catch Kennel Cough again even though he’s been vaccinated. He was up all night the last two nights coughing and yesterday morning, he vomited. So instead of daycare, I took him to the vet. The vet put him on home rest and quarantine. No daycare and no visiting the neighborhood dogs.

However, he doesn’t seem to have lost his energy. He’s been chasing his tail and looking for birds and neighbors to bark at. Nor has he lost his appetite. He’s been on carpet patrol looking for morsels or even things he’s not supposed to eat like plastic or shoes.

In fact, Tuesday morning as I was pulling out of the driveway, I looked into the living room window, I saw Pugly standing on the coffee table. So, there I was stopped in the street, sitting in my Jeep, fussing at Pugly, telling him to get off the coffee table and there he was, staring at me from the living room coffee table through the window.

That probably went on for about 3 or 4 minutes.

And you know he could see me, pointing at him and gesturing for him to get down. And he was just standing there, mocking me, letting me know that when I wasn’t home, Pugs apparently are allowed on the coffee table.

He did get down and run to perch on his ottoman in front of the window before I drove away, but the message had been passed along.

And later that night…he was eating a paper towel…so he can’t be that sick, right?

Tags: the puppy, Pug, dog, photo blogging, Kennel Cough, quarantine, flickr

So Now I’m The Crazy Neighbor

My mother thought a good idea for a Mother’s Day present for my grandmother would be a framed photo of myself with Pugly, but she said that the photos I’ve taken of myself with the wigs on are all so fun that I should do the portrait with a wig on. O.K. No problem. In New Orleans, I used to do the costume wigs and costume stuff all of the time.

O.K. This is Maine. Definitely not the same as New Orleans.

And rural Maine? You cannot go out of your front door wearing a blue page wig, a Indian-made blouse, and blue jeans and carrying a tripod, a camera and a Pug and not have every single one of your neighbors come to the edge of your yard and stare like you’re about to climb up a water tower with a rifle or something.
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Tags: Pug, dog, the puppy, neighbors, dress up, New Orleans, rural, Maine, Mother\\\'s Day, family

Pug-fusion!

I had a bit of a scare this morning. Pugly and I headed off to the garage to load up the Jeep and drive off to daycare and work when the most upsetting weirdness occurred.

At first I thought Pugly was just being his playful self and was going to make me chase him when he wouldn’t get in the car, but soon it was quite evident that Pugly wasn’t being playful at all. There was no wag of the tail, no silly, bounciness in his movements, no mischievous light in his eyes.

Pugly looked at me as if he didn’t know who I was. He looked around the garage as if he had never seen it before. He peered into the house as if he had never been there. He wouldn’t come near me. Occasionally he would look at the open car door as if for a brief moment he would recall that there was something about it that he was supposed to remember but for the most part, he just hid under the Jeep or a few arms’ lengths away.

I tried luring him to me with sweet talk and a meaty treat, but he would only take a treat that had been put on the floor and abandoned. He would not come near me. It was making me tear up.

Finally I lured him back into the house using a trail of treats and trapped him in a smaller room where I was able to pick him up. He was terrified and trembling. His tail was uncurled, his eyes wide with fear and teary. I hugged him and whispered over and over that everything was o.k. I gave him more treats.

This whole event took 30 minutes. Eventually I did take him to daycare. I pet him with one hand the whole way and kept reassuring him, but I was never quite sure if he was o.k., if my Pugly was back, if he knew who I was or how much I love him. The whole thing is very upsetting.

It really wasn’t until we got to doggy daycare that he started to recognize his surroundings and started acting like himself. He even gave me a kiss good-bye before running off to play with his friends. The manager there tried to assure me that probably he just got spooked in the garage and that’s why he was acting weird. I hope so. It was so strange. Like to broke my heart.

Tags: Pug, the puppy, temporary amnesia

Photo of the Day: Love You, Mom!

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Don’t forget to stop by the Friday Ark too.

Tags: photo blogging, Pug, the puppy, Friday Ark, flickr

Photo of the Day: 100th Most Interesting On 04/25/2007

According to Flickr’s mysterious “interestingness” formula, this is my 100th most interesting photo today:

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As you can see, Pugly is trying to eat that tree. He’s such a nature-loving, quirky, silly little dog.

Tags: photo blogging, Pug, the puppy, flickr, interestingness, 100th interesting photo

Discombobulated Thoughts — January 16, 2007

• Wow, halfway through January already?
• I’m feeling slightly better, just some residual pain in my back and right side but not feeling like I’m splitting in half anymore.
• Pugly is acting very odd lately. I’ve been having to carry him to the car every morning to go to doggy daycare and sometimes I have to catch him to put the leash on him to go outside. Then there’s the weird matter of him not wanting to jump down from the car when we get home. Very strange little dog.
• I’ve been watching HBO’s Rome and I just love love love it. I love the two guys who always seem to be in the right or wrong place and inadvertently cause history to happen.
• I’m reluctantly switching from bottled water to Brita filtered water to save money at home. As long as it’s not tap water, right?
  

  It’s a jungle out there
  Poison in the very air we breathe
  Do you know what’s in the water that you drink?
  Well I do, and it’s amazing
  – “It’s a Jungle Out There”, Monk Theme Song lyrics

• I bought Seventh Generation dish soap, which I think is supposed to be biodegradable. At the very least it’s better for the environment that Joy, which is what I was using. I also bought an organic green tea hair conditioner. I couldn’t find the reusable grocery bags, but I’m thinking about making my own.
• I’ve been trying to find a sample Square Foot Veggie garden online for one adult that I could modify to my own liking. I just like seeing examples of what other people have done.
• I guess I’m going to have to create a gardening category.
• I knitted all day on Saturday on a dishcloth but I have nothing to show for it because I pulled it all out. No matter how careful I counted or what I did, by the time I got to the 12th row, I had an extra stitch and couldn’t figure out where it happened. So I pulled it all out. It’s one of those complicated patterns that is different on every row — you know, K5 P2 (K6 P2) repeat 4 times K5 P1 K2 and then the next row is something else and then like on row 12 you repeat rows 6 through 10. Oy. The scarf was all knit stitches and it took me how many months to do?
• I’m feeling uninspired to take a photo today.

Tags: discombobulated, Seventh Generation, Joy, project365, knitting, gardening, wellness, the puppy, bottled water, Brita, HBO\\\\\\\'s Rome

Unwanted House Critters

Well, it appears that I’ve got signs of at least one unwanted house critter — though you know if there’s one, there’s more.

The clues:

• Some thing’s definitely been imbibing in the bird seed I’ve got stored in the basement and it’s not the birdies I bought it for, which makes me very grumpy.
• Needy and Pugly have both been interested in some thing beneath the stove.
• Pugly has been barking at the wall between the kitchen and the living room for no apparent reason. (There goes my theory that he’s gone insane.)
• Two nights ago, Needy was very interested in the skittering of some little feet along the sloped part of my bedroom ceiling over my bed, which is just too chilling to think about.

Needy and Aloof really aren’t mousers. They really are the kind of cats that prefer to be given their kibble at regular intervals and aren’t really happy that they’ve been put on a diet. They don’t like wet food. So I don’t see them actually knowing what to do if they see an actual unwanted house critter.

Pugly is probably more likely to to be a good mouser, but that’s kind of icky to think about.

So, I guess I’ll be researching what to do about unwanted house critters.

I don’t know that I’m all that excited about the whole catch them and set them free thing because couldn’t they just come back? And wouldn’t I have to, you know touch them?

I’m not excited about the whole idea of poison or slow death either. I’d rather put up an eviction notice.

Tags: mice, rodents, rats, little red house, the cats, the puppy

Thursday Thirteen Things I Wonder About (#19)

My mind works in strange and mysterious ways…

Thirteen Things about N. Mallory

1. How often do other people change out the underwear in their underwear drawer? I mean, so they schedule a regular amount of time? Twice a year maybe to go through and throw out all the ratty old underwear they wouldn’t wear on vacation or on a date or in front of their cats and replace them?
2. Speaking of underwear, am I the only one who’s ever bought new underwear just so I didn’t have to wash clothes? Or whole new outfits even? Or a couple of days-worth of clothes?
3. What do other people think about during their commute to work? Do they just space out and not remember how they got to work? Do they think about the AIDs issue in Africa, last night’s Daily Show, what they’re going to make for dinner? Am I the only one who has whole imaginary conversations and arguments with myself that I might have with other people that just piss me off further when I’m already pissed off or help convince me more that I’m right about something?…What?
4. Do other people worry that they might look up and find someone staring in their window at them, especially at night? Every night? Even on the second story? Or driving in their car? Especially when looking in the rear view mirror?
5. Why can’t someone invent a spray that discourages my puppy from poo-pooing on my rug? They make stuff to clean it up. They make stuff to “neutralize” the smell. Can’t they make something that makes him sniff that spot and think “naughty!”?
6. Why can’t all my pets learn to use the toilet like me? Is it really that difficult? I mean, they’re always watching me, studying me when I use it. Surely by now they’ve figured it out.
7. Why do people think South Park is funny? Seriously. I just don’t get it.
8. Why don’t Target or WAL-Mart carry white floating shelves? Do people really only decorate in dark colors anymore? Don’t the people who order stock for them watch HGtv or TLC at all?
9. Was my old apartment building filled with mold like my crazy old neighbor claimed and was it making me sick? I have to say that I’ve had a reduction in headaches since I moved into the house. Though before I moved into the apartment, I suffered from chronic migraines for 20+ years. However, the fibromyalgia did become a problem while I was in the apartment and it’s been better too. Granted, I’ve been eating my strict pseudo-vegetarian diet and doing aquatic physical therapy. It’s hard to tell. But the mildew problem on my furniture and in my kitchen is gone now that I’m in the house. (The allergist said I wasn’t allergic.)
10. If my mom isn’t coming for my gall bladder surgery, who is going to drive me to and from and take care of me and is it wrong to be annoyed at my grandmother for taking up my mother’s time? My grandmother isn’t actually physically ill, but she is bipolar. She has to be watched because she won’t take her meds or eat like she should because she’s decided she doesn’t want to and she didn’t like the nursing home she was in. She demanded that my parents take her with them from Ohio to New Mexico for a visit after Thanksgiving and she shows no signs of wanting to go home. My dad shows no signs of wanting to take care of his own mother so it falls on my mom. So, now that I have surgery scheduled in February, I don’t have my mommy to take care of me and I’m a little disappointed. Does that sound too selfish?
11. Has TNT been showing a 3rd season of The Closer and I’ve missed it? I think I missed this season of Monk too. They don’t seem to be showing them regularly. When will there be a new season of Eureka? There are simply too many shows I like now. It’s too much to keep up with and they’re all on at odd times and their seasons are all weird and even the DVR is getting confused.
12. Has anyone else noticed that Amazon’s Prime shipping is not worth the price anymore? Very few things are covered as “free shipping” and very few things are included in their “expedited” 2-day shipping either. I almost always am paying added shipping costs even on some books and for standard shipping, some things aren’t shipping for weeks, even two of the books I ordered (that I don’t have time to read). Since I usually buy $100-worth of stuff at a time, I don’t understand why I never qualify for free anything. Why am I paying for this extra service?
13. Do people only come here to read the Thursday Thirteen? My uncle told me that one of those news channels said that most blogs have only one reader. Am I posting to myself the rest of the week?

Tags: Thursday Thirteen, blog meme, meme, bloghopping, WAL-Mart, Target, the puppy, South Park, underwear, The Closer, Monk, Eureka, T.V., Amazon.com, mold, mildew, fibromyalgia, migraines

Project 365 (Day 2): Pugly’s Not-So-Wild Rides

Pugly hates riding in the car. I haven’t figured out why. He generally likes wherever we go — doggy daycare, Planet Dog, visiting folks. However, he hates the ride. He generally sits with his little head pressed against the seat, either with his eyes closed or staring at me with those puppy-dog “are we there yet” eyes.

Sometimes I think he’s just motion sick. He’s thrown up a couple of times.

But then other times I think he’s just afraid of my driving. He seems most to dislike the curves. Kind of hurts my feelings to think about.

Either way, I always feel bad and I try to pet him at stops and talk to him and tell him where we are going and how much fun we are going to have when we get there. He always seems relieved when the car turns off.

Tags: Pug, the puppy, project365, photo blogging, photoaday

Bwahahaha HumPug!

Tags: Pug, the puppy, Christmas, costume, photo blogging

Paranoid Or Pattern?

Seriously.

There are at least seven items missing from my house after the move.  I shall describe them for you.

• 2 floating shelves, walnut in color, bought originally at WAL-Mart, still in their original packaging with hardware, never opened.
• 2 curtain rods, black with decorative crystal balls on the ends, originally bought at the Christmas Tree Shoppe, still in their original packaging with hardware, never opened.
• 2 Large U-shaped floating shelves, walnut in color, bought originally at Target, didn’t come in any kind of packaging or with hardware.
• 1 decorative Christmas card holder, silver, shaped like a Christmas tree, originally bought at WAL-Mart, still in original packaging, never opened.

These things simply aren’t in my house.  I know I myself brought the curtain rods into the house and put them in the Music Room closet before the movers arrived but no one remembers seeing them again.  No one remembers seeing any of the other items once they left the apartment.

Now, maybe these things looked like they weren’t being used but I actually had plans for them.  The U-shaped shelves were actually in use.  The card holder was bought on sale at the end of the holidays.  The other things weren’t put up at the last place in anticipation of having a new home.

Not to mention, they were my things.  I paid for them.  I loved them.

Someone clearly has taken them.  I mean, I don’t think I’m being paranoid here.  There’s obviously a pattern.  I don’t even think I’m reaching.  It’s not like my mother’s unicorn she never found after she moved to New Mexico five years ago.  These are all clearly things that are still in their store-bought packages (except the U-shape shelves) that could be returned to their stores or given as gifts.  Let’s face it, WAL-Mart will take anything back.  And you can sell anything on  e-bay if it’s in good condition.

Last week, I tried to call the mover’s office because my dad thought they might have accidentally picked up his channelpliers, which turns out to not have been true because it turns out he didn’t bring them with him at all.  I called and left messages three times on their machine.  They’ve never returned my call.  I didn’t sound accusatory or anything, just said who I was and asked for them to call me at such and such number.

I think it’s very suspicious.

My dad thinks I shouldn’t rule out the cable guy or the telephone repair man either, but I think they didn’t have quite the free run of the house and we might have noticed them carrying boxes about.

Thing is I can’t prove it and it’s driving me quite mad.  I keep wandering around my house looking for my missing things like they might suddenly appear — you know, like you do when you misplace your pen or scissors.

It doesn’t help that Pugly keeps barking at boxes I randomly bring up from the basement to unpack for Christmas decorating.  If he doesn’t see me put it there, it’s as if it’s invaded the home and it must have magically appeared.  He will bark and bark and bark even after I pick it up and show it to him.  Then he will look at me like I’m crazy for picking it up and he’ll back away.

This only helps to instill in my paranoid brain that maybe there is a ghostie in the house hiding my things in some secret spot and giggling at my madness.   Granted, the curtain rods were kind of gaudy but what does the ghostie have against floating shelves?

Tags: paranoia, robbers, movers, ghost, the puppy

Tale Of The Tell-Tale Quack

O.K. So Pugly had this toy duck.  You couldn’t touch the thing without it making a distinctive “quack quack quack quack” sound.  And no, that didn’t bother me.

What bothered me was that we went through two of them in fairly short order, such was his love of this plush toy duck.

First, the wings would be viciously pulled off.  Then then neck would be ripped open.  Then there would be stuffing everywhere.  Then Pugly would eat the stuffing.  Generally, the duck seemed to meet its end when my parents were around, by the way.  I guess they just encourage him to destroy his beloved toys more than I do.

Anyway, once Pugly starts eating the stuffing, the duck has to be taken away.  I’m fairly sure that all of that cotton fuzz is bad for Pug tummies.  Over the weekend, I found where my parents had hidden the last duck when they took him away, so I dumped the mutilated duck into the trash can in the kitchen.

Little did I know that for the rest of the weekend…every time I’d put something into the trash in there…there’d be this faint, tell-tale sound…”quack quack quack quack”.

And Pugly would come running from the living room where he was keeping watch out the big picture window for home invaders like cardinals or blue jays.   He’d look around the kitchen with wide brown bewildered eyes as I tried to look innocent.  “Nope, no duck in here.”

And then I’d forget about it until the next moment of discarding.  “quack quack quack quack.”

And all I could think about was Edgar Allen Poe’s Tell-Tale Heart and how this must be the kind of torture is had been for the poor man.  Even now that the trash has moved out to the garage, I can here the faint sounds of “quack quack quack quack” in my dreams and see Pugly’s big brown eyes…

Tags: the puppy, Pug

Deja Yellow Snow

There’s a odd possibility that the writer for B.C. might read my blog. Do you think?

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How weird is that?

Tags: B.C., cartoons, the puppy

Winter Math

Me + Pug + Leash + Driveway + Ice = Bad Idea

Tags: Winter, Pug, the puppy

Yellow Snow

Those of us in the Little Red House woke up this morning to discover that a blanket of snow had covered our yard overnight.  (Pictures to follow tonight when I get home.)  How we discovered it is that I woke up to take little Pugly out for his morning pee-pee, put my Crocs and coat on and led him on the leash to the backdoor, which when opened revealed a great white cold from the back steps to the pine trees.

I blinked.

Pugly blinked and took a few tentative steps onto the snow covered stoop.

You must recall that little Pugly was only born last March.

He just stood there looking at this bizarre transformation of the backyard.  He seemed reluctant to proceed.

I led him down the steps and he just stood at the bottom staring at this vast whiteness like “What the hell?”

Eventually I convinced him that he had to pee-pee after much prodding.  However, this experience apparently was distasteful and no amount of convincing would lead to a poo-poo in the snow moment as well, which unfortunately led to a spanking immediately after we went inside and he poo-poo’d on my music room rug.
Poor little Pugly.  It’s going to be a long, cold, wet Winter.

Tags: Pug, the puppy, snow, little red house

Discombobulated Thoughts — 12/5/06

• I cannot seem to keep my eyes open today. I’m doing that head bob thing.
• I’ve got to buy a bathing suit by next Tuesday when I start Water Physical Therapy. Apparently, it’s required.
• Do I have $1.20 in pennies to get me through 2 more trips through the I-95 toll?
• When will my new toll tag come?
• Those people behind me at the exact change toll were pissed this morning.
• I couldn’t find my mittens this morning when I went to walk Pugly; the outside thermostat said it was 19°F.
• I think I’m going to buy a Werner ladder on Home Depot’s “pay nothing until Jan ‘08″ deal. It’s like the Little Giant with all it’s bendiness and extentionabity but cheaper and then there’s the “pay nothing until Jan ‘08″. I think I even have a 10% off coupon I can use which will put the cost under $400.
• For some reason, my bank account has stopped being downloadable by Quicken in the last few weeks.
• I’ve got to figure out how to add a house as an asset in Quicken.
• The picture window finally got replaced this morning; again, it was only 19°F and that was seeping into my living room in a big way, but at least Pugly got a work-out barking and running after the glass guy.
• After charging me an early termination fee, the apartment complex kept my deposit, pet deposit, and all of those monthly pet rent bills and then sent me a bill for $600 to replace the carpet for a stain from a Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper.  I loved living there, but I won’t recommend them or their parent company after I was such a good, quiet tenant, followed all the rules,  and I tried to do the right thing and they nickeled and dimed me.
• Pugly loves the new picture window in the the new house; he can bark at the whole neighborhood.
• I wish I could remember if I closed my garage this morning.
• I tried some fake “chicken” nuggets by Morning Star last night.  They weren’t “Wendy’s good” but they weren’t “McDonald’s bad”.  With BBQ sauce, they’re o.k. for the occasional running behind meal.

Tags: Home Depot, the puppy, discombobulated, tired, bathing suit, toll road, I-95

Discombobulated Thoughts — 11/17/06

• I am so behind on my packing.
• Pugly is getting a bath today at doggy daycare. He so needed it.
• Rain, rain, go away.
• Thank God, my new house has a garage. I am so over getting soaked coming out of my house to get into the car in the morning.
• I wish this Wordpress Amazon Wishlist would let me set up two wishlists on this site so I could display my wishlist for the house as well as my personal one.
• Supernatural is so much better this season than last season.  They’ve got better writers, better storylines, better supporting cast, better special effects.  It just doesn’t seem so hokey this season.  I was upset when the WB went away but obviously the CW has been good for the show.  It has an edge to it now that it definitely didn’t have last season.
• I have got to get everything packed up and I guess I have to stop being so organized about it.  That’s what’s slowing me down.  Moving is supposed to be chaos, I guess.
• Damn, I’m sleepy.

Share your own discombobulated thoughts in the comments…

Tags: discombobulated, Supernatural, Amazon wishlists, rain, the puppy

Puppy Love

I’ve always maintained that I’m not the motherly type.

Having cats were kind of perfect that way. I mean, they need care but they aren’t like children really. They’re kind of independent.

Since Pugly came in my life though, I’ve discovered myself doing little motherly things.

You know, taking him to “play groups.”

Wiping the eye boogers out of his eyes.

Wiping his nose.

Wiping his face when he’s eaten something and he’s gotten it all over.

Carrying him over puddles.

Taking him to doggy daycare — heck, worrying he won’t get in.

And the latest?

Last night when I took him out to pee-pee (yes, we use words like pee-pee and poo-poo), he ate some of those sticky brier things and they got stuck in his throat and despite the fact that I had a huge 7 out of 10 migraine that I took a Oxycodone pill for, I stayed awake for hours with him, playing Mommy trying to get him to hack it up. He kept making that sound like he was trying to clear his throat and he couldn’t get comfortable. Eventually I got him to drink some water. He swallowed it. Next thing you know, he wanted to play at 3am and I was trying to go to sleep.

Anyway, I guess Pugly bought out the Motherly Instinct in me. My mother has pointed out that he’s my baby. I mean, I don’t love my kitties any less, but Pugly is definitely the little kid. I’m always so proud when people gush over him when we’re out and about. I love fussing over him. It’s not uncommon for me to find dog treats in my pocket or purse. There’s a rawhide chew in my car.

It’s definitely Puppy Love.

Tags: the puppy, motherly instinct

Thursday Thirteen Discombobulated Worries This Week (#11)

My brain is way too scattered and full of anxiety to focus on one particular nifty topic this week. So, now you get to see the really true discombobulated, highly anxious me.

Thirteen Things about N. Mallory

1. What if the sale on the little red house falls through and I don’t get it?
2. What if the sale on the little red house doesn’t fall through and I do get it and it turns into a money pit?
3. What if those nice flippers are taking advantage of me because I’m a naive first time buyer and I don’t know what I’m doing?
4. What if my dog is depressed? He’s been lethargic and hasn’t been eating at home, but the doggie daycare folks say he’s hyper and playful there. Maybe he just hates me.

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Tags: Thursday Thirteen, meme, bloghopping, anxiety, home buying, acid reflux, IgAN, autoimmune kidney disease, discombobulated, the puppy

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