Warning: baby potty grossness.
Apparently my friends two and a half year old has started removing his diaper and pooping and peeing everywhere. And if he's not doing that, he poops in the diaper, takes it off, and then smears it. He sits on the training potty, smiles, does nothing, then gets off it and pees on the floor.
Beyond commiserating on the awfulness of it, I can't even begin to understand a kid at that stage of development.
In annoying work anecdotes, the ED called the city to open up our entrance further. As we both watched the city truck smoosh snow into eight foot high blocks of concrete, he said "so we'll have to make sure the banner is visible, so you'll have to shovel the snow out of the way".
Um.
And msbelle, so sorry about your kitty.
{{msbelle}} It is so hard.
Aw, Ozzie and poor Mac and you. I hate this part of having pets.
I'm going to try to go into work tomorrow. If that blue Monte Carlo steals my spot, going to war....everyone in the neighborhood has been great about parking. Hell, one whose car wasn't here during the storm came back and
shoveled out a new spot.
A couple other folks came out to help her. ( I came home as they were finishing up and asked, cause I thought someone stole her spot. Newp.)
After temps to some work, we need to find which mountains we can further break down for more spaces. 36th has no extra parking because the city's shitty plow job. It's like they have it in for bus riders.
I'm so sorry about Ozzie, msbelle. You gave him a good life and he was able to go out peacefully. But it is always so hard.
Thanks all. I am actually doing not bad.
I know how rough that is.
Maybe the Rainbow Bridge has a "Cheers" and Rocky and Oz will hang out in it.
msbelle, I'm so sorry about the sucky day. And about having to say goodbye to Oz cat. May E come to terms with it, and may you find some peace. Because you are a lovely person, and you are loved.
