8:04am Dear Tigger: Despite what you apparently believe, my office isn’t a playground for the expression of your wanton appetites of destruction.
3:48om Dear Pip: Despite popular belief, the guest bathroom counter does not exist solely for your barfing pleasure.
5:41 pm Dear Bailey: Despite what you may believe, splaying yourself across my desk while I am working will NOT result in an extra can of cat food.
7:34am Dear Bailey: Why do you think I want you to sleep on my pillow, next to my face, right after you’ve barfed all over the living room? I don’t.
5:20pm Pip, It’s creepy enough that you lick the top of my chair and rub your face in it in ecstasy. Could you at least wait until I’m OUT of the chair?
8:22pm We just bought a new kind of cat food, and now I cannot stop giggling over the phrase, “meaty bits.” Because I am twelve.
8:09am I’m pretty sure DH’s wedding vows included “dealing with all bugs”; how did I get stuck with clearing the ant infestation from the tub?
8:26am Ants are attempting hostile takeover of tub. Baths are cornerstone of my fibro management program. This is going to end badly for someone.
11:42am Conflict Escalation Update: The Bug Guy has returned to unleash a massive blitzkrieg against the ants in my tub. Don’t mess with my tub!
9:14am Am worried by my joy as ants perish in the bathroom. Apparently my inner Genghis Khan is coming to the fore.
In Other News
12:31pm Have finally located some Thin Mints! This day just keeps getting better!
9:11am It’s official: I’m a knitting school dropout. My inner “Good Student” is not taking it well at all.
11:18am Mint /chocolate levels are restored to acceptable levels. But, I’ve learned there’s a GS cookie WAREHOUSE nearby. How strong can 1 woman be?
10:55am Running out of things to do to avoid having to schedule my first mammogram.
9:51am Note to self: Reading self-improvement articles when you’ve hit a 10 on the fibromyalgia pain scale is a REALLY bad idea.
4:12pm Just picked up replacement mirror for the one I broke by whacking it into the side of the garage. ‘Cuz I drive reel gud.
12:30 pm DH learned newly turned patch of earth is not final resting place of possibly murdered next door neighbor but prep for a tomato patch. Whew!