Envahir

Today marks the last day of my autonomy.  My room has been officially and totally invaded.

Earlier I found the rascals in my room uninvited stirring up trouble, of course.  I wish I could make it explicitly clear that the only 2 things I ask of them is not to go in my room when I’m not with them and to not touch my computer. C’est tout.

On one hand though I guess it means they have reached an amicable level of comfort with me.  I’m probably like their older sister and therefore someone to play with…Yay, sauf these certain instances.

And also, quand j’ai cherché des vêtements to change into for the night I spy Mao, le chat, sleeping on one of my sweatshirts that is sitting on my shelf. Normally I would be all for it – I think he also slept with me one night which was fine too, until I realized that he plays outside and digs in the dirt and does who knows what else that is now crawling and creeping around on my sweatshirt.  I’m sure any non-OCD person wouldn’t think twice about this but it kind of gives me the heebie-jeebies and now all i want to do is throw all my clothes in the washer. uuugh.

So clearly come on over! – my room is public access to all species…

Hmmm, maybe ill leave a gun lying around and see who blows their brains out first – me, the kids, or the cat…my bet is on the cat’s fleas :)