All About Orange

The Baysox begin their first playoffs since 1997 tonight, and they've decided they want everyone in the crowd tonight & tomorrow to wear orange - an 'orange-out' such as it were.

Here's the two weird things about this: 1) it seems the sum total of orange in my wardrobe consists of plaid pajama bottoms with orange, red & purple stripes. Pretty sure I shouldn't wear those to the ballpark. 2) I am wearing an orange shirt today - from my mother's closet. Not sure what it says about me that I can wear my mother's clothes.

Unbe-frakkin'-lievable

www.buffalonews.com/cityregion/niagaracounty/story/429665.html

Someone puh-leeze fire this moron.

Today has Gone To Hell

My day has totally and completely tanked. CJ attacked Roxie again, and this time my mother put her hand between them trying to separate them and of course she was bitten. So my mother has declared that CJ is never to be allowed in the house again, and she wants CJ gotten rid of, today.  Needless to say it's not nearly that simple; there aren't many no-kill shelters around here and the ones there are either are full or don't accept owner surrenders. I found exactly one that would take an owner surrender, and they charge a high fee and have a 3 day cooling off period, which my mother isn't willing to wait out. Meanwhile CJ is the first pet who has ever been 'mine' and she's my best friend in this world, and I can't begin to afford to move. It's pretty much looking like I'll have to have her put down. :~(