My Whiskey Kitty is dead

E found her in our yard yesterday morning before I left for work. We buried her under a tree in our backyard. I loved her so much over the past 10 years and now she is gone. We are unsure of what happened. She did not look wounded, but it did look like it took her by surprise. She was a good cat.

Hell wants me sooner

A visual aid.

So here I am walking along minding my own business. The jeep is next to me, but I'm not much of a paint artist.

And this is what I looked like after the ground opened up to swallow me whole.

OK a quick review of last night. We parked the car. I got out of the passenger side (btw, this is at our old house). I opened Danny's door and unbuckled him but then decided I wanted to get my purse from the back first. I was walking on the strip of grass that runs between the sidewalk and the curb. Next thing I know I'm falling and splat on the ground. I screamed for E to get me up. He thought I just fell, but I yelled that my leg had been swallowed whole by the ground and I couldn't touch the bottom. I was seriously in the hole up to my hip/cooter. The pic is not completely accurate b/c my shoe actually fell off. I was so freaked out and I have a nice road rash on my elbow and it aches up to my shoulder. And I have a nice black/deep purple bruise on my hip. I tried to convince E to go take a pic of the hole so I could share, but he said no. BTW I called the police so they could put up barriers before someone, like say a small child??fell through. The police showed up and shined a flashlight in it and said "Yup. It's a hole. Have to get somebody to fix that" And then they left. E put a piece of plywood over it. The city filled it this morning.

Skeletons in your, huh what??

So we are the proud new owners of a single family home firmly planted in the middle of no man's land. Seriously, where the hell did my husband move me? There are only 900 people in town and when we got our key to the house at closing it was a freaking skeleton key!!! A stinking skeleton key lock is all that keeps me tucked safely inside my new home. Obviously it didn't need more as the man who owned the home previously (who passed away) apparently had $150,000 squirreled away in various parts of the home. The cleaning crew found it. Apparently the relatives hired someone to take care of the home. The lawyer said the family had not seen him in about 20 years. That makes me so sad. So while I painted the walls I talked to him and thanked him for the house and let him know we were going to make it a warm wonderful place to raise our family.
(But it would be nice if there was a little more money hidden away just waiting to be found).