I can officially say I have had the worst birthday of my life. Between losing Squeaks and not a single birthday wish from anyone today, I think I can safely say my life stinks right now. Money is so tight I want to scream or cry. I'm so homesick that I do cry. My child is being the ultimate brat. One cat is sick, getting better but still sick. The other cat has decided the lanai makes a much better potty than the litter box. Yup, my life definitely Hoovers. I don't do pity parties well. I'm the strong one, the one everyone leans on. Even in my worst depressions, I can tough it out. But, right now, I feel so sorry for myself it's disgustingly pathetic. If it weren't so dang hot and humid here, I'd hide under a blankie and start sucking my thumb. Okay, that's my pity party. Anyone want to join me?