I don't say "it's not fair" very often. Hardly ever. Really not since I was just a wee one growing up on the rough (now hipster) streets of East Austin. My grandma told me that life wasn't fair and nobody ever said it would be.
So as I was saying, I get it, life ain't fair. Still it's hard to get over how all of the pets over here at DBCC seem to have been given a bigger piece of the fair pie.
It's been raining off and on for two days in Texas, not that I'm complaining; we need the rain, and the slug in everyone is coming out. I guess that includes the cat. There is thunder clapping outside of the window and Mimi is sleeping through it all.
It's not fair.