Mama has been very mean to me all afternoon. And cruel. And nasty. And I hate it. Hate it!
It smells like chicken. It has smelled like chicken all afternoon. It's been driving me crazy. Crazy!
Oh, wait. Maybe if I'm really really nice to her she'll give me some.
I really like crock pot chicken. Really! Please?? I love you!
Mama is making crock pot chicken casserole so that she doesn't have to do anything but warm it up when she comes home from work the next few days. But the smell is making me very very hungry.
Love, headbumpies and hugs for all, and a special hello for my sweetie,
ps. In the midst of all the happy dancing around here (better than a diet) there is some sobering stuff. We have been living on nothing the last two months. We have paid rent to the landlord, but we are still asked to leave. He has just been understanding that we have 24 years of stuff to go through, and until mama gotted another jobbie we couldn't move anyway. Especially since he wants us out but will not give a reference (he never does for anyone here). Yes, no matter what, he wants us out. He has never liked cats, and doesn't like people who accumulate "stuff". He thinks that's being "dirty". But now mama has a jobbie, so, we are out. No one has been helping us at all. All the money we have has gone towards rent, bus fare, and a little food. What little we had saved for a deposit and stuff is all we have. We need help with getting the utilities up to date, and with moving. We have tried charities, but all the money seems to be gone. Please pray for us. Mama has been not spending anything on herself, just stuff to survive. We can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but we still have a ways to go. If we had been able to move at the end of Feburuary, we would still be okay, I think. Anyway, that is still what my mama is worrying about. That, and she won't have insurance for a couple of months still. Like I said, please pray for us. We still need that. But we are trying to think of the good stuff. Thanks.