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I had A LOT of fun this past weekend. Like seriously, way to much fun for my own good. I'll have to go into more detail later, but sum up is my dear aunt bought the Bell (brothel) and put the ladies who worked there out onto the streets, until the emperor of Spain convinced her to open its doors again. And then in attempts to get me out of my shell I was given a bowl of strawberries and cream and put between two gals who have been doing this much longer than I. We didn't say much, just smiled and giggled and feed each other berries as we walked through the crowds. Of course I make that sound very innocent... It was great fun, and I was probably scarlet more than I wasn't.
School wise my week is better than last. I got a B on my psychology report and a C- on my physiology test. I sway between feeling like a stupid toad and relief that I didn't completely fail. I really thought I had.
And I could use advice from my kitty owning friends. Little has taken to meowing at approximately 2 am on. It's driving both my husband and I nuts. We check his bowls, his litter box and everything else we can think he might be meowing for. He's not a dumb kitty. Usually meowing is to tell us he needs something. but this time we can't figure it out. If I grab him he is super affectionate. If he could get any closer he'd crawl into me. But he won't just stay cuddling. He leaves and then starts meowing again. I love him but he is making for a cranky mommy and an even crankier dad. My only guess is he doesn't like me being gone on the weekends. Hubby says it's all the time on the weekends. But if it's something else we need to figure it out and no matter the reason we need to try and fix the problem. Sleep is a must.
School wise my week is better than last. I got a B on my psychology report and a C- on my physiology test. I sway between feeling like a stupid toad and relief that I didn't completely fail. I really thought I had.
And I could use advice from my kitty owning friends. Little has taken to meowing at approximately 2 am on. It's driving both my husband and I nuts. We check his bowls, his litter box and everything else we can think he might be meowing for. He's not a dumb kitty. Usually meowing is to tell us he needs something. but this time we can't figure it out. If I grab him he is super affectionate. If he could get any closer he'd crawl into me. But he won't just stay cuddling. He leaves and then starts meowing again. I love him but he is making for a cranky mommy and an even crankier dad. My only guess is he doesn't like me being gone on the weekends. Hubby says it's all the time on the weekends. But if it's something else we need to figure it out and no matter the reason we need to try and fix the problem. Sleep is a must.