I keep having these dreams that I’ve lost my car in some big parking lot. I think it’s stolen and then I finally find it, but not where I parked it. This constitutes a nightmare for me. I am very rigid about putting things back in the same place all the time so I can find them. My car is something I can’t always put in the same spot and that does bug me. I get really irritated when someone takes the parking spot I consider to be mine. I’m very territorial. If it would do any good, I would pee around my spot. Right now, I’d like to go pee on the big stupid red truck parked in my spot.

Miss Kitty, one of her coworkers and I are going to Red Lobster for dinner tonight. I’m kind of excited. Miss Kitty invited her grandma who seems to be getting more depressed by the day. She didn’t want to come because she thinks they only serve lobster. Her truck is parked in the back of the house accessible either by coming down the basement steps and through my lair or around the side of the house down the slippery sloped driveway that I could barely make up in my car this morning. Well, apparently grandma didn’t want to go traipsing through my lair yesterday to go clean the snow off her truck, so she took the slippery slope. I told her that I didn’t want her doing that because she could fall. She told me she cold fall down the stairs. At this point, I wanted to throw her ass out in the snow so she might be able to figure out the difference between falling outside and lying on the cold icy pavement for hours and falling inside and lying on the carpeted floor in a heated house for hours. I can’t stand it when people endanger themselves for stupid reasons.

Well, I guess that’s enough of my wrath for now.

Love to all.