Look at me posting two days in a row. The earth must be coming to an end.

Okay, I'm caving to the Pie on the Face pressure and posting again.  Two days in a row.  Are y'all happy?

This is going to be mostly pictures because I am busy, busy, busy here at work.  And someone just emailed me and asked me which IT class I signed up for tomorrow and I wrote her back and asked what in the heck she's talking about because I have no idea what in the heck she's talking about.  So tomorrow probably just got a little crazier than I was expecting too.  Perhaps I should be paying closer attention to my email.  I bet it came in the day I was home with holes cut out all over my house last week.

Which leads to this plethora of pictures.  And if you're friends with me on Facebook you've seen some of these before so you will need to get over it and pretend this is all new, okay?

I want y'all to see what stresses me out before I ever get to my house which breaks every other day:

Dear Atlanta traffic:  YOU SUCK!
 

And after I sit in that crappy stuff twice a day, this is the kind of stuff that keeps happening to my house over and over for 19 months I've lived in it.

I present to you my ceiling in my reading nook.  By the way, do you know how many times in 19 months I've relaxed in my reading nook with a good book?  Zero.  The only time I've sat in the nice, comfy overstuffed chair and ottoman in my reading nook since I moved in my house was when I was in a giant cast and body brace from tripping on my flip flop and breaking my humerus in 4 places when I had to sleep in my reading nook chair for 3 months since I could not lay [lie? I always get those wrong] down.  This giant ceiling hole is repaired now, but this is what it looked like for a good part of the past 2 weeks with a bucket under it and water dripping out of it and my cat constantly drinking gross dripped water out of the bucket:

And here is the reason the ceiling downstairs in my reading nook was all molded and then cut out and gross water was dripping in a bucket so my cat could drink gross dripped water out of a bucket.  This is what the bathroom that my fake daughter and I share upstairs looked like for a bit last week:

I liked that tile a lot.

But because they had to cut out the tile and the tile couldn't be re-used and my house was a foreclosure and I had no clue where the tile had come from originally, I had to have the entire bathtub re-tiled.  I haven't take a photo of it after the grout was added, but here's the work in progress.  And the lady who owned my house previously must have gotten the best deal in the history of the universe on bead board because it is everywhere in my house.  9 closets, 2 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms (including the walls AND ceiling of the one below), the kitchen and the walls and ceiling of my garage are all lined in it.  It's a good thing I like bead board, huh?

Below is what the bedroom on the back side of the downstairs shower which was ALSO broken looked like for a bit last week.  It was the shower which had a two inch crack in the pipe and guess what?  I had the stems replaced TWICE in that shower already which was about $350 worth of unnecessary work since that wasn't going to fix a giant pipe crack and prevent water from gushing into my crawl space and under the tile in the bedroom below.  And when I posted this picture on Facebook, one of my friends asked if the contractors had painted a wiener on my wall.  No, it's not a wiener painting.  It squiggled the rest of the way up the wall under the bead board and stuff that they had to remove to cut into the wall.  My walls are wiener free.

After my cat was all disappointed that her gross dripped water bucket had been taken away (seriously, she was so sad and walked around the area meowing like her entire world had been torn apart) she decided to drink out of my toilet.  Why are animals so gross?  Two nights I have gotten up in the middle of the night and I had to physically pick her up and put her on the floor so I could use the toilet because she would not move out of the way she loves that water so much.

Maybe this is why that cat has such tummy troubles.  Because instead of drinking her nice clean water out of her water bowl, she's on a quest for the grossest water she can possibly find in my house.  Actually, her stomach problems have gotten a little bit better the past few weeks because I medicated the crap out of her with some stuff the vet prescribed for her.  But she would not eat it if I tried hiding it in cheese, chicken, etc. so I had to buy a pill shooter.  And here is a photo of fake son holding her for me while I shot meds down her throat.  You can see how thrilled she is and her love for both of us was great for about a week and a half of this.  Yes, fake son is really good looking.  Stop drooling, okay?  He's only 18 so get your mind out of the gutter.  And yes, I have stainless steel appliances and granite counter tops which June hates.  You're supposed to be paying attention to the evil slit eye my cat is giving me rather than boys and kitchen appliances.

And if sick cats, bad traffic, and holes being cut into stuff all over my house didn't stress me out enough, this happened a couple of weeks ago:

HOW THE HELL DOES A LIZARD GET INSIDE YOUR HOUSE???

I was sitting on the sofa talking to my mom on the phone and she was really upset about some stuff she's dealing with which is also adding to my stress because I love the heck out of my mom when I suddenly had to interrupt her and scream, "OMG!  Mom I need to call you back because there is a lizard in my living room!"  I'm pretty sure she wasn't expecting that.  Neither was I.  I chased this thing all over my living room with a solo cup so I could take it back outside.  Did you know these things can hop?  Did you know I can scream loud enough to wake the dead?  I finally caught it and got it outside and I hope I never see it's little green self again.

And here I am as a cartoon when I'm about to explode from the stress.

I'll do my best to post again tomorrow with something new.

 THE END.