Meanwhile, someone at JCFS called me today about all our other crisis problems and recommended that I call their mental health department because of my high level of stress. I didn't even know they had a mental health department but I agreed to call just to lower my stress level and problem solve how to dig my way out of this hole.
Meanwhile Gemma appeared home yesterday evening, slept until 2 this afternoon and then screamed at me when I mentioned job hunting. Graham applied for a job at our local Dunkin' Donuts. He's hoping to get an interview and has even agreed to wear his navy blue dockers on an interview. We are making progress people, progress.
I saw a show the other night called Cats 101 that showcased a British cat that lived near the seaside. The cat somehow figured out that it could hop on the little tourist train, ride it to the last stop that happened to be the seaside aquarium, walked through the aquarium building gazing at the fish tanks until he got outside in the back where the penguins lived. He sat watching the penguins for a long time with no growling or meowing until it was time to go back home. He hopped back on the train, got off at his home, only to do it again the next day. It was hilarious but I can't find a clip to show you. Sob. Stumble It! JBlog Me