There is a fungus among us

I seriously considered bagging the NaBloPoMo thing tonight. Why give up with just two more days left? I don’t know except that I’m tired. I’m tired of trying to find Devon’s Lightening McQueen car and trying to get him to actually eat solid food. I am tired of editing Loren’s English papers and wanting to scream at him because his writing is substandard, yes that is rich coming from me and my lame efforts at stringing together badly spelled words.
I think this where that whole partner/spouse thing might come in to play. When you are just butt fucking tired and want to throw in the towel, that is when the other person probably would step in and say something like, “You can do it, just give it a go and then we’ll go upstairs and I’ll rub your back, feed you grapes and then we’ll dress up like pirates and have sex.” I don’t think I ever grasped that supportive partner aspect when I was in a relationship, I was always very suspicious that person was sticking around for covert reasons and so I tried my best to push him away. Thus no pirate for me.
I am absolutely beat tonight because of all the fucking drama in this house. I so yearn for a place where there is no drama or tension. A place where play cars don’t get lost and small people actually eat solid food. A place where I don’t trip over large boy shoes and find whiskers in the sink. A place where there is not a skunk trapped in the kitchen cabinet. Yes, that’s right. Because now? That skunk has migrated to the ceiling above the kitchen. How does one catch a skunk? My brother drugged him with a Lunesta laden sardine and yet the little bugger is scampering like a possessed poltergeist through the ceiling that is my bedroom floor. I am hoping against all reason that I will not awaken in the night to find its furry ass pointed at my head. Because that? That really would be drama.

I love that my brother insists this is a badger. We were both hoping it was and almost had my mom convinced to let us keep him. But my brother emailed this video to the local D.O.W. office and they informed him, without mocking, that this is a spotted skunk and should really be killed on sight. We couldn’t do it, thus the Lunesta drugging.