My grandfather clock has been up and running for 5 days now, and it's terrorizing my poor cat Penny. She doesn't go into the living room anymore unless I'm there. She seems to be living on my bed. It's kind of sad. She used to love the living room. She had her own special dent in the couch and her own spot in the window.
I think its the chimes on the hour. They wake her up. Also, I think the clock is slightly haunted. I'm used to it. I grew up with it, but I think things are just freaking her out a bit too much. I think over time she will work her way back into the living room. Last night I found her asleep in the hallway. Baby steps.
Talking about haunting, I seem to be haunted by my exes from years past. Its actually quite intriguing. I keep getting these texts where I don't recognize the number. So, I have to ask who it is. They are all a bit pissy that I don't still have their number. Excuse me but its been years. Why would I still have your number??
By all I mean two people. I don't know why these two. I think one was a drunkin booty call, which is just sad. The other really wants to be friends. I'm not sure about that. You get to know someone too well when you date.
Hmm, still contemplating.
3 comments:
Poor Henny Penny!!! First the kitchen, now the clock... She's going to run away on you if you're not careful.
And hey, when are we going to talk Vietnam?
I promise I didn't send you any texts :)
drunken booty calls. i miss those days :(
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