There's a stranger in my house...

Okay, so first and formost I have to thank Ms. Savannah for my absolutely and utterly cool layout. You rock my socks! And, in tribute to her, I am writting in black...cause she said that my page had so much pink on it, I would be begging to write in another color. Well, let me just say Ms. Savannah, there is no such thing as too much pink. ever. Just so you know. But, this once I will use black, just for you, since you are cooler than Brad Pitt ice skating naked. Just saying...



Anyhow, i must tell you guys what happened to me the other morning. i woke up, got the boys up to get ready for school, and after having next to no sleep and being totally foul in mood, I decided to drag back to bed for a few mins while they readied for school. I had just gotten back into bed, all situated style, nice and warm..in the pre-doze state of zoning out, and Stetson (my oldest) comes running into the room screaming and hollering at me..."MOM!! there is blood all over the bathroom! Its everywhere....and there is a footprint! Its horrible!" all frantic style. Now, let me assure you that your children do not run into the room screaming such absurdities without grabbing your attention. After I jumped out of bed, tripped over the heels that I was ganna pick up earlier (for the simple fact that I could forsee such an accident), cussed myself for not picking up the culprit heels, ran into the couch and then stepped on a METAL airplane (sharp lil sucker), made a mental note to self to yell at Rody later about not picking up his crap, and then regained my balance, I finally entered the bathroom. Now you can imagine what had run thru my mind...Someone broke into our house, cut himself on the broken window pane they were entering and then bled in the tub, which led me to the assumption that somewhere (possibly in the bathroom) I was ganna find a half-dead bleeding profusely intruder, and then what?? Then scenario #2 played out in my mind...he would beg for my forgivness and emergency assistance, at which point i would beat the crap out of him while he was down and make myself feel tough...but it was happening so fast I just really couldnt imagine what the cause for all the gore was. Well, I rounded the corner to the bathroom, and yes, there was indeed blood. A good size amount, but it was not anything that would make Dracula take note...it was just a fair size amount of blood. Defiantely not the exorburant amount I had imagined, and suprisingly enough, I was slightly disappointed! I had already pictured my lovely lil melon having a front page spot on the infamous Lamb Co. Leader news...I could see it already "Muscular Mortician saves family from sure death by defending her home from armed intruder". But, now those dreams were gone. *Sigh*

You see, the blood had apparently come from my cat. Yes, thats right, the pussy had bled in the tub.



There were footprints alright, just as Stetson had said, but they were of the feline variety. Not human. Not even close. Dutchess, my cat (quite a catchy name huh? Fits, considering her owner IS a princess) anyhow, Ms. Dutchess was forced to have her claws removed last week due to the fact that I am convinced she is the antiChrist, and was in fear of my eyes being sliced out in the middle of the night sometime when she decided she wanted to "play". So I had them removed. *Gasp* Yes, I know, you may think its crue and unusual. Well, to you I say "It wasnt your eyes". Anyhow, so the Mystery of The Bloody Bathtub was solved, and I didnt even have to phone Nancy Drew. I am so independent sometimes, I suprise myself!