well that was an extra shit weekend with a side order of crap.
I was in a foul mood. a really bad mood. and toy soldier boys normal crap was just annoying me more than usual.
so we fought a lot.
blah blah blah.
and when not fighting I was just all depressed and listless. and not making anything which would have cheered me up.
and little cat while lovely is non stop.
had to get the little critter his first pair of shoes. he too big and it too cold for him to be just in his socks anymore.
so we snipe and scrap our way to Clarks. bless. when I said I wanted him fitted for his first pair of shoes the cute little shop assistant got loads of stuff.
he measured and fitted which little cat loved, gave us lots of vouchers and booklets and stuff, walked little cat up and down in his new feet and then took a Polaroid of the magic first pair of shoes moment.
v sweet but pos a little ott.
cor they are hard to get on. I think in-between buying them and getting the shoes home little cats feet have grown.
sigh.
£26 for a teeny tiny pair of shoes which will fit for a maximum of six weeks seems a wee bit steep too.
and the stupid washing machine broke.
I looked it up and it's probably the thermostat and I could probably fix it but god I can't be bothered.
so I'm buying a new one and have already given away the old one on freecycle. fab place to get rid of your crap and get other peoples crap to replace it with.
oh so blue.
I hate this. I was so happy just a little while a go and for no reason at all now I;m bloody miserable.
sob.
stupid manic cycle type thing.
not even mr jewish mother gleefully telling me that the ex and the evil one have broken up could raise a smile/smirk.
in fact I just feel really sorry for the ex. poor bugger. she never gonna entirely let him go tho. she never does. sigh.
I wonder if I can really subtly send lovely nice ladies his way?
okay. nice things. nice thoughts. happy smiley lovely things.
er....
buying loads of stuff off www.etsy.com that makes me happy.
making collages with newspapers
chocolate chip cupcake with butter cream frosting
little cat giving a high five and saying fivehigh
little cat jumping up and down on his dads head (he meant it in a nice way, I almost weed myself laughing)
little cat resting his head on squeak cats tummy and saying ahhhhhhh
more cupcakes
popping bubble wrap. I just brought a big roll. if you twist a chunk of it it sounds like cracking bones 
people buying stuff I make and liking it lots (a groom at a wedding is going to be wearing a little steampunk stylie bee brooch I made, how cute?)
kittens. a big pile of kittens.
chocolate covered kittens... nope it's not working, small smiles are raised and almost instantly squashed by a big sad.
boo.
