Yesterday I said something to him that I've never said to another man. "I need you to drop your pants and grab your ankles because I'm gonna put some of this cream on your butt." He refused to comply. Some men get so testy about their butt.
We have a new cat now. His name is Jimmy (aka "Jimmy-Jonga"). He showed up at our house with an injured paw. $349.00 later, I decide he's rightfully ours. I think he might be brain-damaged. No cat should ever be that happy, especially with a cone wrapped around his head and a drainage tube going straight through his paw. I wish I could be that happy.
Yesterday I went for a walk and was filled with an inexplicable sadness watching some kids play baseball in the park. Maybe it's because I have a nephew many, many miles away who is proving to be quite the little superstar pitcher and I've never even seen him play once. Maybe it's because I always wanted to play Little League when I was a kid but was told that we couldn't afford it. If we had put up my little sister for adoption like I wanted to, maybe I would have been able to play. Why, why, why did my parents insist on keeping her thereby depriving me of humiliating memories of Little League baseball which I could be in therapy for right now?!
Besides begging my parents to let me play baseball, I also used to beg them every summer to let me go to this camp called "Turkey Run Bible Camp." Thank you mom and dad, for not letting me go. Something about "Turkey Run" mixed with "Bible" frightens me now. So far, this is the only thing my parents have done right.