So I went to my nutritionist/nutritionalist/holistic doctor to see how my health is doing. I think everything was pretty good, considering the state my body is in thanks to Crohn's.

Anyways! Um... no new pets. I can't handle that right now. I think my own cat is okay because I'm "immune" to him since I've had him for so long. But I shouldn't pet my stepdad's cats for him. (He doesn't like to pay attention to them, so he'll ask me to for him. Well, can't now. Oh snap. *sarcasm because I don't like his cats— only two cats I've ever disliked*)

Also, my mom asked him if I should get a job. He, without hesitation, said no. Honestly, I think it's hilarious because my stepdad is gonna pitch a fit about it.

Just found out he goes to work tomorrow! YESYESYES! *fist pump*

Speaking of him, he came in and said hello to Rachel (two year old almost three year old sister), then gave her a kiss, then gave my almost twelve year old sister, Rebekah, a kiss, then he tousled my hair, then gave my fourteen almost fifteen year old sister Chloe a kiss, then came back to me and kissed my forehead.

Inwardly, I was all like, "Erm, what you getting at? What are you doing? Why are you doing this? What are you up to?" If you know him, then you know he's not like that. He says he loves us, and he does. As in loves us the same way he loves his cats. Do one little annoying thing and he yells or gets agitated. Go to him to talk or whatever, he gets irritated. Basically, he'll love on you when he wants to, which isn't often.

So... yeah... pretty bad that I question him when he actually shows affection when he isn't in his "affectionate drunk phase". Yes, he has levels of drunk. Most probably do, I wouldn't know.

Anywho! No job, no new pets, be careful around the three cats in our home. My immune system is pretty compromised... 😅