It's A Hormonal Thing

It's refreshingly cool this morning. My coffee in hand and my nightie with a fleece jacket I head out the side door to let the puppies out to potty. And there he is.....another cat caught in the trap. Not a wild one like the last orange cat that looked like Morris from the commercials but a cute long haired beautiful black and white marked one. He quietly meows vs the "I'M DYING HERE IN THIS TRAP" scream from the night before when the cage went off. I am practicing my "Not in my neighborhood" rights and doing the relocation system. This will make 3 this week alone. It's that time of year to hear the nightly yells of both male and female feline alike.
I went to a clinic doctor to get my DOT physical because my card expires on Monday the 15th. I cannot work without it. Much like a brain surgeon cannot work without his credentials. I sat the since the waiting room was full. It was my turn, I weighed in- heavy sigh but was happy to see that I had lost 13pounds in the last few months. I will call that my melting away with happiness pounds. Jim has made me happy. He is very good to Sydney and I. I asked about my 16 year old face that I never had. My cheeks have been a problemed area for blemishes ever since I had baby one. But now- a full blown mess spots from my cheeks to chin now matter what I put on it, I had resorted to using a fingernail brush in the shower- it just tears my skin up that much more. The student physicians said that because of my age the "Change" has me in hormonal surges. Thus, bump face. RRRRRRR I hate that word HORMONAL. I just want to rip the next persons tongue out that says it. They say it in a hushed whisper like it's a catchy disease. What is worse is the student physician as her name tag suggested was a pretty clear skinned 12 year old that had or probably will never have a clue.