Lemon's tree

So this is the second time in 3 days that our dumb ass cat, Lemon Domingo, has been stuck in this tree in our backyard. The last time she was up there overnight as we didn't realize she was missing until I got home from work.
I wasn't too concerned at first. I figured she was a cat and if she could figure out how to get up there , she could figure out how to get back down. Then I read all this horrible stuff on the Internet about cats that had been stuck in trees for 8 days and then finally fell out as dead, dehydrated carcasses. I couldn't sleep after that. I felt like such a bad parent. The next morning Paul went out and climbed the tree to get her. He stuffed her in a pet carrier bag and she peed on him on the way down.
I thought she had learned her lesson. She escaped out the back door when Paul let the dogs out to yesterday morning. At pokey time she was no where to be found and sure enough, as soon as I opened the back door, I could hear her crying.
"your cat is stuck in the tree again" I told Paul. He's really too old to be climbing 30 feet in trees with a yowling cat on his back. But he managed to do it again anyway, although he complained the whole time about invisible bruises on his shins. He really loves that cat. He's my hero.-- Post From My iPhone

Undead Bazaar

Here's some super exciting news!

I will be featured in this awesome zombie spectacular!
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Saying Goodbye to the girls

I know its been a really long time since I've been around. Same sad story. Work, work, work. While I can't really get into specifics about the work front, I can say that my tendinitis is back and worse than ever. Its been a little over a month and no real improvement or advancement in my treatment. Its really frustrating being in pain all the time and being unable to do the things that I like to do. Like writing in my blog!

Typing is pretty painful for me right now, so Ill keep this update short.

In the last two weeks I sold my Sleepover diorama and my Breakfast diorama! It's very thrilling on a lot of levels but also bitter sweet for me. The Sleepover was basically the first My Pretty Zombie ever. Breakfast, I thought, was my best. I get too attached I guess. I took a ton of pictures of the Sleepover before I had to pack them up for shipping yesterday.

I'm thrilled that they're going to good homes, but still sad to see them go. It's hard to say goodbye.

And I'm a sad panda.

Don't get me wrong. I feel so lucky and honored that people love them enough to buy them and display them. And I don't want to end up like one of those crazy old cat ladies, but with barbies. Well, it might be too late for that.

But I'll miss them. We had some good times.

I do have a lot of really good stories to tell you later about not wanting to eat tragedy food and Paul getting pelted with a baby shoe while gambling.

Hugs for now.