It's a cold Sunday morning

It's a "feels like" right now of 38.8°F, not too bad. As soon as Sharky got up this morning to make coffee, Malcolm jumped right into bed and took that vacant warm spot. LOL I left our bedroom door cracked all night long in case he wanted to come in, but he doesn't like to share the bed with Sharky. Oh well.

Didn't get a damn thing done yesterday, other than some grocery shopping in the morning. We are going to get the tree up today or I'm going to be very pissed. The boys both woke up in bad moods and are being totally lazy. Everyone had a bowl of cereal but me, I had a craptastic hate-filled fried egg sandwich that I'm still trying to not throw up. (Brown eggs upset my stomach horribly.) I didn't ask for it but I ate it anyway.

I just want to go back to bed where its warm and have Malcolm snuggle with me. Sometimes, I swear, he's the only one who truly loves me. One of the biggest lessons I have learned from him is patience. (Unfortunately, it only applies to animals and not my children. Haven't learned to have patience with them just yet.) The longer I love him and take care of him, the more he trusts me and grows comfortable with me. It is hard to explain, considering I've been with him his entire life, but he's never been the touchy feely type of cat - the kind of cat I want. I don't know if it is just his personality or if it is because he was raised by a human mom instead of a cat mom, but he's always been a little bit stand-offish. It took Stella's death for him to come closer to me and it hasn't stopped. He spends a lot of time at my feet if I'm at the computer or the arm of the couch if I'm watching tv. He's been spending a lot of time with me in bed if I take a nap or go to bed early. Instead of his old laying by my feet, he comes up closer now so I can put an arm around him or just lay my hand on him and he doesn't get up and run a few minutes later. He truly seems to be enjoying it and not just because it's cold. LOL I realized yesterday, while laying with him and listening to him and purr, that he is THE example of the Wiccan adage "perfect love and perfect trust." Amazing that I have only found that with my mother, my husband and now a cat. I don't quite understand it, but I accept it and thank Bast everyday for the gift that is Malcolm.

My poinsettia bit the dust yesterday. The "big storm" Friday night and Saturday morning knocked it off its stand and it busted all the leaves off. Lovely. Another case of me and my brown freaking thumb. If I had thought of it, I would have moved it to where it would not have blown over but I didn't think anything of it at the time. *sigh*

Had catfish and shrimp for dinner last night. Pretty good, but the baked potato was the best. Been a while since we had one of those. Tonight, we're "splurging" (LOL) and having homemade meatball subs. Armor frozen meatballs were on sale at the store and those are the best around (cheaper than making yourself when they are on sale too LOL). Its been a long while since we've done this. There were a lot of sales at Publix yesterday and we did pretty good, especially on meats since that is what we went there for. Bear is on a total anti-chicken movement because, as he says, we eat too much of it, but hey, it is the cheapest and one of the most versatile meats out there. We did get a fab whole pork shoulder and some nice pork chops that were on sale too. Very little beef - love steaks but a good steak is way too expensive and we prefer pork roasts over beef roasts. Meant to buy more vegetables but by the time we got around to it, I was too tired and just wanted to get home. We've got enough veggies to last a little bit so its not like we're gonna go without.

I really need to find my slippers and wash them. Its cold and my toes are aching. I guess I can put my socks on, but I hate that. I want wiggle room for my toes. I hate them being cramped and confined. I will admit, that buying those stupid sneakers from K-mart was one of the best things I have done in a while. My feet hurt so much less now from walking. I hate the shoes, they are ugly and they make my feet feel funny wearing them, but if it means less pain, then I'll just deal with the fugliness and the claustrophobia. Meh.

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