Monday, Sept. 23, 2002 - 11:40 p.m.

I'm excited.

My little sister is coming to live with me for 2 months. She's going to work for me, and save up money while she's here. She won't be coming until November 17th, and I wish that were tomorrow. I'm firing Asst. Dick-head so she can have his position. Then while she's here, I can find someone to take the position permanently. It works out perfectly. I get to spend some quality time with her, she gets to save up money, and I get rid of my waste of an Asst. Manager. Its a win-win situation. Oh happy day! My DH told me to offer my sister a $100 bonus if she can get out here sooner. So I guess the DH thinks the Asst. Manager is a waste, too.

On a different tangent, I think my cat is sick, so I need to make an appointment for the vets. He threw up, a lot, and is constipated. But the gas got turned on the stove while the pilot was blown out, so I don't know if the gas affected him. I'm worried. Luckily, I have the day off tomorrow and can make an appointment then. I know that things that only slightly bother humans can really affect a cats biology. He's old, so I'm not taking any chances. Too bad the gas didn't kill the little ferret devils. (Only joking for all you ferret lover's)