Sunsets and poop - a vacation story.

I'm back. Commence your joy.

Vacation was fun - it was campfires and shooting stars; long rides on the pontoon boat with a drink in my hand; the smells of Coppertone and Ban de Soliel; jokes at my mom's expense; pretty sunsets and rainbows (three of them!); floating in a tub reading my awesome book, etcetera. It was relaxing and low-key and very "vacation"y. Lay around, eat, drink, laugh = good times.

After 10 days in a small one bedroom house with various relatives, I am glad to be back. And I came back to the news that Global Crackerhead of My Ass waited until I was gone to express that he didn't not think we mesh well, and complained to my coworker about me. Of course, he went about it all cockeyed and now he looks like an idiot while everyone else here, including my manager, tell me how wonderful I am. Why must there always be a squeaky wheel? It just never fails.

Also, I came back to a lovely present from Elroy. A very neat and stinky poop right on the middle of my pretty pink bedspread. How do cats know how to do that? Of all the places in my apartment he could have pooped he chose the MIDDLE OF MY BED, as if to say; "How dare you leave me? I will poop where you sleep, lady! And you will ROO THE DAY when you went on vacation and left me here alone! To POOP! On! Your! Bed!" Ick. And also, Dear Makers of Shout Stain Stick, Thank You for being awesome and getting poop off my pretty pink bed spread. Will you marry me? Love, Emily.

Tonight Ned plays at the Midway, I hope it is fun. What will I wear? I am tired, I need a disco nap (tm My Dad) and I also have a Vacation Cold, I hope I don't sneeze on everyone and phlegm the place up. Because that? Would be gross.

Peace out.