Alas a very common house cat tactic is to just eat the head most of them aren’t doing it for nutrition, just the hunting behavior. So… upside I guess is you’re unlikely to find the head and that is a very sad complaint, I’m sorry. I hate losing bird and squirrel friends like that.
My tiny complaint today is just weird pregnancy aches and pains- weird lightening zaps in my boobs and round ligament pain and my pelvis is no longer stitched together properly. It makes me feel like a rather poorly assembles marionette. (And yes, I am delighted and grateful to be pregnant. That doesn’t mean parts of it aren’t uncomfortable).
We live in a world where JJ felt silly for being sad about a dead bird.*
Birds are lovely and wonderful. This particular bird enhanced JJ’s life. Being sad is normal and appropriate.
*If silly isn’t the word for your feeling, please correct or ignore me. I don’t want to misrepresent you.
The fleas are attempting to take over (again). I’ve treated all the critters and washed all the bedding. I think they ride in from outside and have a party while dying from critters’ treatments because there aren’t very many and none of the animals have them, but they love my socks best of all things.
I don’t like the curried tuna salad I ad libbed without a recipe this morning very much. It was good for brunch stuffed into a tomato shell, but this evening, having had all day to develop in flavor, it’s very very very very curried.
A work colleague who tries too hard to make events happen and then actively excludes you if you don’t play by his rules. Today is his third ‘International Lunch’ day. Great…just let me put aside the time and effort to cook an entire meal for 8 people that reflects my basically non-existent caucasian cuisine. Don’t worry that we’re barely keeping ourselves and baby fed at home. I stopped at the shops on the way to work (time and effort) to buy a packet of Tim Tams (delicious Australian cusine) to share.
Co-worker said I wasn’t able to attend because I didn’t cook. I told him he could go fuck himself.
Other issues with ‘International Lunch’ day - if 8 people cook for 8 people you end up with 64 serves of food. There is no planning or distribution of courses. 90% of the office is caucasian middle aged men. I’m happy to participate at the level I can (you know due to full time work, infant, a life outside of the office) but don’t be an f-wit and organise lunches to force people to be your friend.
/rant.
I’ll be over in the corner eating my own entire packet of Tim Tams.
I brought leftover spaghetti and meatballs to eat at work…and a spoon. And there is no cutlery in the student kitchen at the university where I’m working.
Ew, to co-worker.
Well done, to you. For telling him to fuck himself and for eating delicious cookies.
When I have been a single parent/ student then a single parent/ student /employee then disabled person I have consistently shown up at potlucks with a pineapple. Everyone likes fresh pineapple and there is always already more food than anyone needs. It’s become a running joke. If your co-worker invites me to a thing I will come with a pineapple, and when he doesn’t like it we can watch him shove it up his ass.
most of them aren’t doing it for nutrition, just the hunting behavior. So… upside I guess is you’re unlikely to find the head 
and that is a very sad complaint, I’m sorry. I hate losing bird and squirrel friends like that.
