The Sun Will Come Out... Tomorrow!

Ok, last week was beyond horrible but part of me is beginning to feel sane again, just about.

Last Tuesday the nightmare began. Fos accused me of not cleaning his spittoon properly and when I said I thought it was Monitress' turn, he went ballistic on me, accusing me of talking back and wanting to take over his position in our so-called family!

Then on Wednesday and Thursday, he took especial delight in giving me horrendous chores and then picking on every single thing that I do. It doesn't help that he has taken to loaning out us slaves to his best friends and business partners, especially Springbuck (who is a sycophant, if you ask me). It was my week to do marketing too, so I was running around like a headless chicken (and NAKED).

All of a sudden, he took a fancy to having a party on Saturday night. A party! Like what kind of cause do we have for celebration???? Monitress, Baby and I were in two minds about this party, but of course we had to go and watch Fos belch all over the place. We did get to excuse ourselves after about two hours, though.

Then by a stroke of luck, we managed to get access to the kitchen, so we raided the fridge. Mortimer, Fos's slave from the next room, joined us and we had a nice cup of tea together and spent all night bitching about Fos.

At least the worst is over. There won't be as much for us to do now that full moon is approaching and the Mehmuta calender year is over. But Fos says he has several new projects for us in store. I certainly don't like the sound of that...

Yesterday, Monitress, Baby and I sneaked out for two hours to a party in town. It was risky but we managed to drug Fos's mouthwash. We met some nice people. Hopefully we'll get to meet them again.