Saturday Night Fever...and Flu???

I must have the flu or something...I feel miserable, but then again, I've been "moving" for like a week now. Everything hurts, and I'm in a foul mood.

Today was the day I picked up the kitties, and officially moved. I couldn't go into the new place without them. Surprisingly, Sushi was the easiest to catch, although he threw in some drama, by smooshing his face against the pet carrier, letting out a sad meow. Such an actor.

Sashimi was crying like she was being kidnapped by a group of gang members. Sheeeesh. She got Pixie so traumatized, she was catatonic. The two of them went into hiding in one of the closets. Lemme tell ya, I don't remember having a black cat before, but these puppies are hard to find in the dark!

Ex came to the house to paint. I was on my way out to get food, litter, marijuana (aka Catnip), etc for my kids. It was raining hard (like, cats and dogs...), I was carrying a cart-full of stuff, could barely see my way to the car. And then, it happened...I broke the key to the car...Yes, the purple passion became keyless. Cripes! At least, it broke in the trunk lock, and not anywhere else.

Pain-in-the-ass came to the rescue, and unlike most normal people, instead of looking for the purple car first, he parked his own, and in the rain, went looking for me...

The conversation on the cell phone went something like this (well, technically this was the second phone call...The first one he made, was to ask where he turned to go into Petsmart---he's been there a few times---he also practically cried over the key being broken, and started telling me off, then proceeded into a monologue over how hard his life is, that he wants to kill himself, and that's when I hung up on him):

Ex: Where do I turn?
Me: What?
Ex: Do I make a right or a left?
Me: I just saw you park your car in the next row. I can see you. I'm in the car.
Ex: Where are you???
Me: In THE CAR.
Ex: You are not listening to me, O stupid. Do I make a left or a right?
Me: Go back towards your car. (Mind you, I had been beeping the horn all this time)
Ex: Come out, I cannot see you.
Me: It's fucking raining, I'm not getting out!
Ex: O, I see you.

And I married him? I should've had my head examined.