Through frazzled nerves and emotional turmoil, between the earthquake in Mexico City and Hurricane Maria over Puerto Rico, we sit glued to our computers, tablets and phones just waiting for word of our loved ones. The earthquake hit during a time when people were at work, kids were in school and that sheds light to the fact that out of the 4 relatives that I am aware of who live close to Mexico City, only one has been accounted for, as the time passes, our hearts sink deeper into our chests.
As Hurricane Irma went through, we held our breath and had a joyful opportunity to let it go in relief when my aunt and uncle sent out the first, ‘We made it through’ texts and the calls that followed. With Hurricane Maria, the silence is so eerily different. There has been no contact with my aunt since 8:30 am yesterday. Although we understand that power is down and most if not all retreated to higher land and shelters, unfortunately that does nothing to calm our nerves and ease our hearts.
3 days and counting until I whisk Russ away for a birthday get-away, and then he decides last night was a good time to start running a fever! Oh Hell No! I have stuffed that man so full of vitamins, chicken soup and orange juice, he better get that crap out of his system! Currently his Barney bag consists of 3 pairs of socks and 2 pairs of shorts. I am contemplating if I want his chest hidden at any given time, love his chest and prefer to see it, but we do have to make a few appearances in public at some point during our trip, so will add a couple of shirts to the mix, eventually. 🙂
Oh oh… tonight is American Horror Story! Yeah Baby!!!!!
So yeah, no! After losing her oldest ankle-biter, mother was concerned for the younger ankle-biter and his showing signs of depression so she agreed to a temporary agreement she made with a friend of hers to bring in a kitten. The little fur ball is believed to be about 4 months old. Well, her ankle-biter completely dominated the kitten and tried to make him his bitch! That poor thing couldn’t take 2 steps without being pounced on and molested. Suffice it to say, the kitten is gone, basically packed his little bag up himself and got the hell out of there! So now moms little pervert is actually doing just fine, he’s eating, causing grief, playing and molesting his toys, back to his old self. However now mother thinks he needs a fellow ankle-biter friend, female of course. No, mother just wants puppies to care for. Of course pops is saying, ‘No Way’, but mother will win. Russ and I have a bet going on how long before a new addition to the family gets introduced. I say within the next 2 weeks, Russ says within the next 2 months.