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Wondering about my date on Sunday aren'tcha? LOL Well wonder no more. The guy was an ass. Plain and simple. All he talked about was sex or there were sexual innuendo's. After lunch...he wanted to pull off onto a secluded road...we were up in the mountains...and have sex. HELLO!!! I told him no. When he asked why, I explained that I had made a vow to myself to not have sex until I was married or in a serious and committed relationship. His response to that? "Well vows are meant to be broken". I don't think so!!!!!!!!!!! Needless to say...I won't be seeing him again. Men....all of them are schmucks. Well...my friends aren't but men I date....schmucks.
My parents are going to be here tomorrow evening. This is a good thing. I still have some stuff to finish around the house but all in all...it looks good. I decided that I needed to paint part of my living room on Sunday. Not the brightest thing....LOL One more wall to paint and I'll be done. It's a nice merlot color. Now to buy the soft beige'y sand color for the other walls and hall. I may live in a single wide mobile home but it looks great. :)
Our mama cat when psycho on me yesterday so she has been booted. For some insane reason she thought I was a tree and launched herself onto my right leg. Once I got over that shock I looked over at the couch and she had put her front paws on the couch and was hissing at J. J wasn't even doing anything!!! Just watching TV and eating a snack. Needless to say...the cat was almost a frisbee. No way will I let her back in. The kittens are weaned and eating solid food. I could have dealt with her thinking I was a tree. Something may have startled her...but to go after my baby? Not just no but HELL NO!!! I'll see how she is when I get home from work...stupid cat.

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