I spent over an half an hour trying to catch my cat to take her to the vet. I shut all the doors, got a towel and chased, chased chased. I caught only 2 x and as I tried to stuff her into the carrier, she wiggled her feline kitty body so much I had to let her go or foresake an eye. When I picked Al up from school, she was "SO MAD" at me and I told her if she could catch Aurora, then we could take her.
Of course she caught her.
Of course the vet had closed.
She stomped around the house, called LP telling him how awful I was. He says to me, "What kind of female stuff is going on over there?" I send her to her room, and she says, "Fine, I will go in there and do yoga and calm down."
My husband then comes home to tell me about the guy in the cubicle next to him. He said the guy started cussing and stood up, threw his phone across his cubicle, and then threw an apple at the window full force. He then yelled, "I can't WORK like this ANYMORE!!!!!" and stomped off. Later when the guy came back, LP asked him if he was okay, and talked to him about how he relieves the stress of middle management.
I said great!! Keep on his good side so when he brings that gun to work, he might spare you!