Oliver has returned. Damn cat. I wish these animals could talk because he showed up at my door covered in grass. No explaination. I highly doubt my 3 pound cat is capable of opening the door to get out of the building. He wasn't there when I got home from work at noon, but as soon as I went to put fliers in the laundry room, there he was, just hiding out under the first step by my door. And this is why his middle name is Trouble.

Also, Wes informed me that I am officially a crazy cat lady, as I took a half day to search for my cat. I also took a half day because this week has been too damn long and boring and I couldn't take it anymore though. So now I'm waiting for the mail to get here so I can get my Weeds DVDs from Netflix and head up to my mom's house to do laundry and watch the dogs while she's up in Toledo taking my grandpa to the hospital. I guess they've finally told him that he's dying, which is rough. I think he's in stage 4 kidney failure at this point... he might have another few months, maybe just a few weeks. After this, I'll be down to 2 grandparents out of 6. My diabetic, overweight grandmother is going to out-live everyone. I don't particularly think my step-grandmother counts, as we're not blood. Death has never really scared me at all. For some reason I've always been able to accept the idea of death as necessity a lot easier than I've been able to accept any of the other major life events. I didn't want to get married, ever, until a year ago. I envisioned myself without children up until I had a miscarriage and now I look forward to the day that I'm able to have the whole family package. Only took 23 years to decide that I did want to go down that life path. I always used to want to focus on my career and education. I wanted to buy a cute little house in the country by myself and have everything be MINE. I guess I still don't want a wedding though, so I stayed true to that. Without a doubt I will be eloping. I still want a little house in the country, primarily because I see anything larger as being wasteful and I hate cities. But yeah... death makes sense to me. I've never really been one to cry at funerals, but I do cry at graduations and when people move away. I guess I accept death, but not change?

Gotta go, Allie is demanding that I take her facebook quiz.