Ok, so it's not so much a joke, but just my Friday.
On Friday, I had planned on writing a post about how last Tuesday Inspector Climate and I celebrated six months of marriage. Doesn't sound like very long does it? But man how time has FLOWN. Maybe I'll still write that post, but I don't make promises like that.
Instead, I spent Friday morning with a stranger in my kitchen. A stranger who we thought was going to be repainting the peeling paint in our kitchen, but instead ripped off all the tiles and then decided (and I quote) "that finishing the tile for the rest of the kitchen would take too long and be too hard for today" (it was noon. As in lunch time). He was a pleasure to be around.
I also spent Friday morning being incredibly frustrated at health insurance and the US embassy. The US embassy is a legend, they have renewed my passport in only a week - I think that's super fast. Except when they called to tell me that, I was in yoga and they left a message telling me to call Tracy back. When I called Tracy back - no one answered because they don't work on Fridays. Ha.
And then health insurance was just another little blip to make me angry (you know one of those days where the littlest things are just SO ANNOYING. HOW DO PEOPLE LIVE WITH THESE MONSTROSITIES IN THEIR LIVES - like bloggers who write whole sentences in caps lock. I'm sorry about that. Really.)
Look, I forgot what I was talking about here with the whole health insurance thing. And to be honest, the story isn't that interesting. But I think you can put the pieces together. Health insurance is obnoxious, none of the customer service people know anything about the services they provide - blah blah blah money out the window.
So, the day was just filled with little annoying things...but I was trying to, at least, appear calm and collected as we arrived at Sister Climate's apartment to hitch a ride to the in laws house for the weekend. I climbed in the back seat with the cat in a carry bag sitting next to me...
Do you see where this is going?
Five minutes into the drive, the cat let out this strange low guttural meow and that's when I felt it. A strange warmth on the side of my leg.
Don't be paranoid thought I. Then I started to smell cat food mixed with urine. And wet. Lots of wet.
Yes, the cat had peed and it was pooling underneath my butt on the seat. And so, there I crouched, my pants and underwear soaked in cat pee for two hours.
How was your weekend?