I forced myself to be a little nice

Yesterday morning I did not indulge in my Grandma Power Shower and Out the Door in Single Digit Minutes routine. No, I allowed myself 20 whole minutes and then wound up waiting in the driveway for about three. Such is life.

I’m up early this morning because I woke up in a truly “awake” state and since it was not in the middle of the night, I decided to get some aspirin for aches and a Diet Sam’s for carbonation, which I am convinced is a necessary fuel for my life force.

Mother’s cat, Tiffy, and depending on whom you ask is now Alison’s or Summer’s annoying furball has a vet appointment this morning for a bad tooth that the doctor says is very painful. Mother, are you paying attention here? I am taking care of your cat. Why you became attached to cats in the last decade of your life, I don’t know, but you did and she’s here and I’m doing my best. That means I see that she has a caretaker and I don’t encourage her to live a life of adventure, starting with playing in traffic. On the whole, we keep our distance and avoid eye-contact. I call her “That cat.”

I expect something will happen to me today. The one time I decided to do something a non-Mother way, a walnut fell on my head. Well, it wasn’t just the one time I did something in a different way . . . no need to stir the pot, however.