Just like this papier mache bird by Alicia does not belong in nature (although it sure looks pretty there), I do not belong sqeezed between my dryer and the wall trying to figure out which end of the vent hose goes where and why-o-why doesn't either end fit! I still haven't figured it out.
I also haven’t figured out why after two visits from two separate repair persons I still have a clogged dryer vent. Want to know what I do know? I have a massive chip on my shoulder and the attitude to match. Blech! I'm so irritated with my self/house/dryer/cat/you name it it's bugging me at this moment.
Did I mention that we had the a/c vents and the carpets cleaned today too? Yep. And we had to have a mold killing fog shot into our a/c systems. Mold is a serious problem here in the Houston because people were not meant to live in air-conditioned boxes... but don't get me started on that issue today! This all meant that I had to pack up myself the cat and leave for an hour. Mark wasn’t home today so I had to use car #2, which needs some major repairs and an inspection sticker so I decided that Clive (the cat) and I would just go and sit in the car in the shady lane behind the house. Yes, it's already that hot here that I needed to sit in a different, smaller air-conditioned box.
It could have been a simple hour in the car, listening to NPR… hey that rhymes... but no. My freak of a cat decided that he was going to have a huge anxiety attack. The insane little animal sat in the back of his carrier (with the door fully open and me trying to coo and coddle him the entire time) and cowered in the back with his nose tucked into the corner. He was all Blair Witch and everything on me. Oh, and did I mention that he howelled the-entire-time? And that he practically hyperventilated twice. He's a cat for pete's sake!
It was the-longest-hour-ever. And now how is the little fella doing? He's contentedly sitting next to me, purring away and pretending like nothing ever happened. I so wish that I could do the same.