Saturday, January 8, 2011

How does my car stink?

Let me count the ways:

1. Was lucky enough to receive flowers for my birthday. Put the vase in the foot well to bring home and water spilled over-so a nice musty smell; plus
2. Left Christopher's liquifruit juice in the car when I went on holiday. Arrived back to see that it had fermented beautifully and rotted through the bottom of the juice box; plus
3. Took my cat, Barry White to the vet today. No sooner down our street and he has crapped himself and taken a piss which has run out of his cage and onto something in my car.

Went to a meeting yesterday and the guy walked out to greet me as I was parking and I am thinking Please God don't let him come to close to my car. He'll be shnarffing bleach for months to rid his nostrils of the stench. Considering wearing a gas mask although this may draw strange looks in the traffic.

Back to the cat. Had Christopher with me and the cage with Barry in it and purchased a 10kg bag of cat food. Very grateful when the vet's son offers to carry the 10kg bag to my car for me. About to reverse out and I think- fuck where's the cat? Did I leave him in the vet? Then it dawns on me that the cat is in the boot. Retrieve cat from boot. Wonder what the vet's son must of thought between this and the stench of the car. Just so damn distracted at the moment. You know one of those days where you really should just stay in bed for your own and everyone else's safety?

Sat on my patio earlier. Hear a commotion at one of the neighbours. A dog going berserk. A boy going berserk at the dog. Next thing his momma is out shouting, WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM???? Obviously not addressing the dog but there seems to be some kind of a communication gap because her son thinks she is. He shouts back, HIS PROBLEM IS THAT HE WANTS TO BE AN IDIOT!!!! Yes- kiddo. I can think of a few people with that problem.....

Went to visit Uncle Doug a bit earlier. As we are leaving, Christopher advises us that he NEEDS  a bottle. Yes son. And so does your momma......

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