Now I'm going to do an edit:

So things sometimes come in threes, so I will count this flat tire, stepping in cat shit the minute I got home -- in my relatively new boots that I had only worn once before -- and one of the kittens getting locked into the room where the parakeets are (which is also where I kennel my dogs), so having knocked over the goddamn parakeet cage!!! as the trifecta of bullshit for today -- and so I should be done with all of it.

Right? RIGHT?

The parakeets are fine!!! surprisingly, they are OK. It wasn't the kitten who is intent on killing them. It is the kitten who is scared of them, but apparently thought that he still needed to try to kill them. Their door was wide open apparently the entire day, but they hung out in a sideways spilled cage, just as happy as parakeets can be, apparently. Whew. They are only here for another 2 1/2 days, and I've got to keep them alive!

The good news is: I mean, I guess it's good news, but it means I'm not making money -- I don't have to go to work tomorrow so I can deal with the car with the flat tire that is sitting 3 miles from my home (safely, in front of a friend's house). Also, my other car started, so I can drive myself to meet the tow truck tomorrow.

Yay?

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Ohhh FUCK TODAY, mang!