S.O.S.

If there really is such a thing as temporary insanity, I caught it this week. I spent the entire week being anxious cranky and telling everyone off. Years ago, I would have chalked it up to PMS, but since I became surgically menopaused, my hormone levels remain consistent due to a daily pill made from the urine of a pregnant mare. Since every craziness deserves a good three letter abbreviation, I’m going to call what I have SOS. Sick of-yer Shit.

Some probably didn’t deserve my lashing; others, like J.Ho absolutely did. My mistake with The Ho was thinking I cut her off at the knees a long time ago. I didn’t really think it would bother her too much since that’s where she spends most of her time anyway (not praying, that’s for sure). I was wrong. She is somehow managing to crawl back.

Since I can’t seem to rid myself of her and I can’t stoop to her level right now because of my TMJ, I’m going to have to take the high road and create something positive, albeit a little nasty, out of my experiences with her. (Hey, I can only work with what I’m given.)

My new creation will be announced here shortly. so please stay tuned. Same Cat time....same Cat channel.