More Than Butterflies

I am breaking my "only write these articles after midnight when your words flow better" rule because I am half delirious from all the Tabasco sauce I just ate so I am thinking it's about the same thing. I am supposed to be updating on Angel's "condition" but first I must digress to say a few things.
Number one, have you ever noticed that if you drink only half a beer and then eat some really hot food it feels more like you drank 3 beers. Seriously. Try it sometime when you are bored (or low on alcohol).
Crap I forgot what number two and three were. Maybe next time.

So Angel's needle successfully reached it's first destination where it will lay over for an indeterminate amount of time. The X-ray was fairly interesting. Exceedingly interesting really had it not been my cat, but what can you do. Sometimes life gets you down and sometimes life gives you lemonades and sometimes life sticks a needle in your stomach.

OOOOOOOOh wait! Don't go. I just remembered number two. We had the Tabasco on the jambalaya we ate for Fat Tuesday (Booze Day according to my lovely friend Courtney- although I am still kinda thinking she saw booze on TV while simultaneously mis-hearing Hoda and Kathie Lee on the Today show this morning. They really were drinking booze which these talk show women seem to do quite a lot considering they are taping at oh 8 AM. Either way we will celebrate more thoroughly next year when we are prepared.) So I remembered all on my own (Em reminded me) no meat tomorrow. I proudly exclaimed to Chris "Don't forget Chris, tomorrow is No-Meat Wednesday!" Score one more for the other team apparently Wednesday already has an official title.

Sewwww: A Needle Pulling Thread

The final straw (needle) that made me write this stuff down (something family and friends have been telling me to do for years) was our lovely little white, fluffy, beautiful, *insert sarcasm* GENIUS of a cat Angel eating a needle. Seriously, of all the snacks and toys we provide little miss decided to play with a needle tonight. And then she ate it. Or she tried to eat it but it stuck in the roof of her mouth with the eye of the needle down her throat. Our attempts to dislodge and remove the needle were in vain and it slipped quickly and quietly down the esophagus and hopefully into her stomach. If all goes well, said needle will continue its journey exiting the stomach, gliding through the small intestine, and eventually re-lodge itself in cat poo somewhere inside the large intestine to be dropped unceremoniously into the litter box where it will be recovered and live to sew another day.

In the meantime, we will be watching Angel and her poo, probably taking her in for x-rays, and scouring the house for small objects. I thought we would have to worry about Knox eating random dangerous objects, but Angel must have lost the part of her animal instinct that warns of danger, possibly around the time she began wearing turtle neck sweaters. The most ironic thing of this whole incident is that the cat won't even eat food unless she sees you put it in the dish while she watches, because if the bowl is already full SHE DOESN'T KNOW THERE IS FOOD IN IT. Basically, had the needle been a kibble it would still be innocently resting on the tray with the button waiting for the button-less pants to get through the laundry.

How to Begin

The title poses its own question of how to begin a blog, journal, book when the opening entry sets the tone for the entire project? This is especially difficult when projects of this nature are meant to take on their own life. It's impossible to know where a story is going and where it will end from the onset. I don't entirely know the intentions of this or what to do with it, but I was inspired to start a record of the bad luck that tends to weave itself in and out of my life in the most bizarre fashion by yet another event. There are countless amounts of good things that have happened to me, this is not intended to be a personal pity party, and I will attempt to recognize some of those as well. But back to the misfortune, because most of those who have known me for any length of time have their personal favorite injury/random situation story plucked from the daily happenings of my life. Not wanting to encroach upon Knox's happy space I begin my own chronicle, so here goes...