shoulders

[jazzfish]

I hate writing with someone else reading over my shoulder. and because of where my 'office' is (in the middle of a hallway) this is almost unavoidable unless i pick my times very carefully.
so. we went to richmond this weekend because one of emily's four-year-old parakeets is sick. luckily for me he didn't actually get any sicker or die while we were there, and he was even moving around a bit this morning. means the weekend was shot to hell, though.

so we come home and find that joe's automatic catbox has run empty again and the cats have peed on the floor of the laundry room. i grow tired of emily and joe's little spats. perhaps i'll make them sit down and talk tonight.