Today's Paige-aster (s)

Well there are two of them.

First, I had my get-to-know-you meeting with the new boss. Even though I already know her, but just socially. I was my normal ignorant self--talked too fast, messed up words, acting like a spastic tool---so humiliating. I am remembering it now, and just cringing at how whacked out I must have looked when I was talking to her, with my eyes darting all over the room as I was being overly dramatic--like I was looking for my other personalities.

When I fretted about it afterwards, a co-worker mentioned that it was not like I could keep my whole self secret for long, so what difference does it make?

And he is right. She would have figured me out eventually. Hopefully I can redeem myself.

The second thing is even more Paige like. I had to make up some time at work, so I did not get to the farm until almost 7. I was thinking about getting all the crap out of the truck and pitching it, and doctoring Grandpa's eye, and wondering if I could get any decent pics where the sun was, and remembering all the things I was supposed to do today but failed to do--

I stopped near the dumpster to empty the truck of all the crap in it, and hopped out.

Did you notice the part I forgot there? I specifically said I "Stopped". Not parked. Because I had not. The truck kept on trucking, headed right for a new section of wooden fence--one of a very few sections mind you, so the last damn thing I need to run into.

I managed to get back in the truck and slammed on the brakes, just inches from the fence, and Grandpa, who was obliviously munching away on his 20 pound, 12 hour meal. He does not get too worked up over these things--I guess he is used to me. Or thought that he had finally found his chance to off himself, by standing in front of me.

And if you think this is the first time I have done such a thing--think again. Once the car got loose at the gas station, and backed into a preacher's new car---that was an error of stick shift in neutral and no emergency brake. Once I did exactly this same thing when I was getting the mail at our old house, and before I knew it, the car door had ripped a row of mailboxes down.

I am a menace.

In other news, I have new kitties. Did I tell you that? There are two that seem to live here now--one came but immediately went to Madison's house. I have had these little girls for more than a week, and they are filling out and getting better. This was one of the first days the girlies were here. The other one is solid black, so she does not photo well, but this one cracks me up. I am horribly allergic, but I cannot help but pick them up and feel their little bellies as they are getting fat. What I need from you cat people is advice on what you do for a little girlie like this whose eye is goobered up in that kitty way--what do I do with this?