We miss our house, our cat, and our computer. We miss all the things that make our house a home. I feel like the inmates are running the asylum. I have to make sure the backdoor shuts hard so the dog doesn’t try and scratch the door to hell while trying to get out. Nightly we have to barricade ourselves upstairs so he doesn’t attack the elderly cat or just annoy the hell out of us all night. All the animals have “special diets”. Special meaning that they don’t eat out of the same bowl or even in the same location. Ugh, I can’t wait to go home.
Oh can’t forget the computer. The computer is presumably so crammed with crap it struggles to get out of its own way after booting. I swear I can hear a hard drive crash in the near future. I can’t even figure out if the net connection is shit or if it’s the computer itself, to hell with software firewalls.Explore posts in the same categories: home