B almost killed her mother's boyfriend yesterday. He's lucky I wasn't there because I too would have probably gotten into with him. He is an idiot. I believe I mentioned how about a week ago they got a new kitten for the girls. Well, some households shouldn't be allowed to have animals, especially small ones that need more attention from the start. Apparently the cat got stuck behind the washing machine and instead of looking for him in the morning, they left and figured they'd find him when they got home. They did, but the poor thing had strained so hard to get out he dislocated his jaw, popped a blood vessel behind his eye, and dehydrated himself from screaming for help. And the fucker was like "he's fine". B lost her shit when she saw the kitten. She chewed her mom out so hard and made them take the cat to the vet. Poor cat needed stitches, antibiotics, and can only have soft food for like a month. Fucking idiots. Some people should not be allowed to have animals. Period. B told me last night that it's very likely we will end up with that cat when we move. I get it for sure.
Had two movers come to give me quotes yesterday. Just when I thought I couldn't get any more bad news. I was estimating $4500 - $5000 for this move and the quotes are coming in closer to $7000. Fuck me. I don't know where I am supposed to come up with that. We may end up having to u-haul this shit. Not desirable.
Worked on my presentation for next week and got it finished. That took the majority of my day. Made Joe's Special for dinner, played some video games, went to bed around 10.
I woke up this morning with the Full House theme in my head. What the fuck is that all about?
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