Of meltdowns, mice and moving....again.
There's a mouse in the house!...Not that it's posing any real threat..but my sister has taken the opportunity to go a tad crazy. The big mean hunting dog (who actually only chases shadows and the occasional squirrel) simply cannot be left to his own devices whilst she is at work, for fear he might not be able to get away from the mouse. Poor dog, his human mommy doesn't believe he has enough brain power to get away from a wee-little mousey.
That being said...I am moving! Again! ..."Joy". It's a bit hard to put sarcasm into text...Here's to another rousing game of "How much crap do I actually own".
Switching subjects, I've grown to be confused by several people in the last few days. All of which had some sort of meltdown, breakdown, tantrum, all sorts of various things. That isn't the confusing part. Rather it's this : Why am I the person to come to to talk to about it?
I'm not complaining about it, I'm pretty used to it and I'm glad they trust me enough to come to me when it happens. It's just that...my advice kind of sucks and sure I listen, but that's not exactly a hard thing to come by. Or at least it's not in my small circle of friends. Oh well...
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