He may not be more powerful than a locomotive or able to leap tall buildings with a single bound, but he does have the ability to survey all the obvious madness around him and be completely unaffected. Da-da-da-daaa!
That would be considered a super power right?
Case in point...
We are moving.
I have less than 2 weeks to pack up this house.
Stress makes my fibromyalgia 1,000 times worse.
There is not one single piece of peanut brittle anywhere.
Sweetums is both anxious and excited.
There is a fine line between those two emotions.
She's bouncing off the walls...
And the furniture...
Singing show tunes (My Fair Lady), Johnny Cash, and The Cattle Call.
Cardboard boxes are taking over.
I have nightmares about cardboard boxes...
A.k.a. cockroach motels.
There are 2 clothes hampers and 1 clothes basket that are full to brimming.
Dirty dishes are appearing out of thin air.
I think Cat has ear mites.
He nipped Sweetums for the first time ever.
We've had Cat for 3 years.
There is a mosquito in here somewhere.
I have pink polka dots.
So does Sweetums.
She is allergic. SIGH.
A bald spot has developed in the front of my head.
Hair is also falling out in other areas of my body that I simply refuse to discuss, yet, it continues to flourish on my chin. What's up with that?
My left butt cheek has gone numb.
I have to learn to "cook" with a gas stove.
We have 5 new utilities and services to connect.
4 old ones to disconnect.
Did I mention less than 2 weeks?
Captain Chaos strolled in last night and asked me what was for supper.