I started back at work yesterday. Guess that whole Powerball plan didn't work out after all.
And I have a nasty head cold, the kind that manifests itself by oozing interestingly-colored substances out of your nostrils in a slow, steady stream whilst leaving your head feeling as if it were slowly being squeezed under a steamroller.
I feel gross.
Maybe this weekend, if I'm feeling better, I'll go and get another of those green drinky thingys.
Or maybe I'll go and get a cat.
Oh, silly me- I already went and got one!
Did I forget to mention this? Did I?
To ease ourselves into the wide wonderful world of pet ownership, I thought we should "build up" to a dog.
I can tell she loves me already.
Busy week. Did I mention that I feel gross? But I love my sexy new feline friend, even though I'm slightly allergic- which is making the head cold that much more spectacular.
I love my Pooter.
And no, I am NOT turning into a "cat person", I promise. I will not subject y'all to piles of pictures of my cat eating, playing, pooping, dressing in costume...(o.k, maybe the last one, but not the rest.) I will not start referring to myself as her "mommy".
I am not, nor will I ever be, a "cat person"
No need to panic, o.k?
Damn work, always getting in the way of my laziness.