Sunday
If I ever need to get a clog out of my computer, this will be why.
Tuesday
What is it about barfing that then makes my cats want nothing but to physically express their love for me directly on my face?
Wednesday
I just put out a burning ember with my finger. How did I think that would not end badly for me?
Dear predictive typing: why on earth would I be trying to say “Holy shut”?
Me: Is it fixable? My husband: Probably not. Me: (crushed). My husband: But that doesn’t mean there’s not a workaround. ENGINEERS ROCK!
Thursday
Someone at a NY TGI Friday’s found a SEVERED SNAKE HEAD in their dinner, and now I can never go out to eat again FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
Husband’s arrival just interrupted strange cats having sex in our garage. Was unaware that I was running a feline brothel. Honest.
Sunday
I’m very sad to report that magical thinking does NOT work, and that I STILL have fibromyalgia. F@#$.
“ENGINEERS ROCK!”
Thanks!
“What is it about barfing that then makes my cats want nothing but to physically express their love for me directly on my face?”
It just means that they’re hungry again and they need you to open another can.
You’re probably right. On the one hand, my life would be so much easier if they would just evolve their own opposable thumbs.
But on the other hand, if they didn’t need us anymore to open up their cans of food, they’d probably kick us out of the house.