Cleaning Up My Mess

I can't thank y'all enough for all the encouragement and love that the comments have been chock full of since my paranoia post. I know that my "content" has not been very "content-y" as of late, but honestly, if you had this going on in your home all the time, you would talk about kittens all the days and into the nights as well. 

Phineas Nigellus Black, stealing my money.  

My point is, I have been, let's say, lax with the real content as of late, and I apologize to those who come to this blog for more than pictures of kittens. Anyway, now that THAT'S out of the way, let's get to the rest of the mea culpas that I have to do since my paranoia attack. 

I Apologize To: Mr. Monkeypants, for being a total and complete freakshow, most of which took place in my head, but enough got from my brain to my big fat mouth and my typing fingers to cause stress and problems that I apologized wholeheartedly for last night, but as we all know, I DWELL, so Mr. M, if you're still irritated with me, I don't blame you, and I'll buy you a unicorn or something to show my deep and abiding sorry-ness for being a crazy paranoid freak instead of a sane person who, you know, TALKED to you about my concerns instead of being all head-explody with paranoia. You're the best. Bee's knees, cat's pajamas, all that.

I Apologize To: Everyone on Twitter for my "WOE AND MISERY" tweets as of late. I have always been, shall we say, a TAD overdramatic, to use the kindest words, and I'm sure everyone is sick to death of them, and I am sorry, but my broken brain has been going cuckoo-pants but I think I'm over the worst of it. 

I Apologize To: My dear Daddoo, who I surprised yesterday by showing up at my parents' abode with two sacks of laundry, one covered in cat pee, and to say I was in a foul mood would be like saying the Gulf Oil Disaster/Tragedy was "kind of an oopsie" and I ranted AT LENGTH to the poor man, who is a genius, but a man of few words, and he patiently let me shriek about how the cats ate my headphones and peed on my bed, and I am a moron when it comes to HTML and I cut my bangs too short, and Mr. M's car is busted and his back is busted even worse and everything bad is happening and now I will do fourteen thousand tons of laundry for free at their house because I am a BRAT and that means he gets to watch me sulk and pace their home for HOURS and there's nothing he could do about it, because: Cat pee. Daddoo? I'm sorry. I'm almost 33 years old and I'm still having temper tantrums in the vicinity of my completely innocent father, and that's just rude. 

Is that enough? Probably not. If I offended/pissed you off/ irritated you in the past week, let me know in the comments and I'll apologize again. Until later, I'm off to stare at my too-short bangs until they grow back. 



Cleaning Up My Mess — 12 Comments

  1. never offended, never pissed off, never irritated
    by you, Miss B.
    always reminded that there’s hope,
    in the way of your humour, your insight, your openness;
    always reminded that there’s good things like kittens in the world;
    always look forward to your posts!

  2. No apologies necessary Miss B. This is your blog and you get to do what you want with it. We’re here because we want to know what you are doing/thinking/saying but it isn’t your job to entertain us.
    I’m glad that you are feeling better and I hear you on the cat pee as my own little furry darling will piss anywhere BUT her litterbox recently. I’m gonna drop kick her if she doesn’t cut it out.

  3. Your bangs aren’t too short! They look cute and 40’s. (I’m a hairstylist miss! I know this stuff!)
    You can post all you want about the kittens, I love seeing pictures of them. Though, I’m debating on buying you a cheapy digital camera that doesn’t make them so blurry. 🙂 Phone cams are the worst.
    I like the other content too, and i think you underestimate how many of your readers understand and have gone through mental illness similar to yours.

  4. If you dad is anything like my dad (a man who has raised at least one daughter) than he is both use to crazy outburst and knows exactly how to weather the storm. The only way you could have crossed the line is if you asked him to pick up some tampons. Dads really don’t like that. They’ll do it mind, but they don’t like it.

  5. I haven’t seen a pic of you lately. Your hair-growing- out is going well and I think the bangs are lovely. Plus, love love love the kitty pictures anytime. You have nothing to apologize to anyone for either. You rock the blogosphere!

  6. Please girl, we all have drama!! Mine is sitting here and hearing my kid cry because she was supposed to have friends over for a swim date and they didn’t even call just stood her up!!! CRUSHED I tell ya!! Oh well, we shall be dining one pizza for days as I got 3 xlarge ones without kids to eat them . Drama, I haz it here!!

  7. I agree with Donna — your bangs are cute and 40s and they look divine on you.
    And I agree with everyone who said that you don’t need to apologize to your readers. I love the kitty posts and pics, and I enjoy all of your blogs and tweets regardless of the subject. And, as someone else pointed out, it’s your blog and you get to do whatever you want with it. And you do a damn fine job, I say.

  8. I can’t comment on the bangs because for me a good hair day at this point is basically when I take a brush to the damn stuff–so, they look good to me, but what do I know? However, I did want to say that the lipstick you’re wearing in that pic is GORGE. I’m jealous of all the colors you can wear. 🙂

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