I guess most of you do, but I don't. I'm usually passed out in a complete Ambien stupor at 6 am. But not this morning. I had to get up early because I've got a crappy meeting to go to, and I was too damn lazy to prepare for it last night, so I had to cram all of this stuff in this morning. It meant searching the house for some records, finding other records that I had carefully filed away in the big black fireproof box, and then getting everything together into a lovely see-through file folder. Ah... what an exciting life I lead.
My house is being cleaned as we speak, I'm waiting for my ride, the Boy has been rudely kicked off his Xbox by moi, and the Girl is upstairs primping. That child takes hours to get read to go absolutely nowhere. To be 13 again....NO THANKS.
The Worthless Pet has finally shown an interest in something other than sleeping and eating. He's discovered the world's greatest cat toy. Is it something I spent money on at PetCo? Why no. It's a piece of sugarless hard candy in a gold wrapper. It goes flying really far and he chases it all over the downstairs. He also has decided that it's fun to go running down the hallway and pounce on the hall oriental at full speed, so that it not only bunches up, but rides a few feet with him on it. Sort of like surfing, kitty style. This from a cat who has never played with anything before, deigning to maybe bat at a string if you insist.
I've shown the Boy how to post here, so he'll write an update after my surgery tomorrow. He's coming to see me sometime in the afternoon, and will update afterwards. Don't expect anything pithy. Otherwise, nothing new, funny, or pathetic to report. We're just living the la vida loca in the breakdown lane here at WWIT. Stumble It! JBlog Me