10:22am If I hear again that “UNC doing well in the NCAA tourney makes ALL ACC schools look better”, the Demon Deacon and I are going on a rampage.
11:09am The taxes are done! The taxes are done! Time for a celebratory Coke!
7:01pm Dear Lane Bryant: We who are already buying Big Girls’ Clothes don’t need to wear rhinestone-embellished anything. Don’t make us feel worse.
10:46am I’m so flattered that Pip just brought me a toy that I’m completely ignoring her scratching the s&*^ out of the couch. I’m so easy.
12:13pm There is pollen everywhere, AND it’s snowing. I didn’t know that pollen and snow could co-exist without the earth exploding.
2:54pm Dear Atlanta Weather: Please pick a mood and stick with it. Sincerely, My Fibromyalgia.
1:18pm I will admit that, at least today, fibromyalgia has made me its bitch.
6:26pm Fed cats at 5. Two hours later, they allege said “feeding” never occurred.
9:14am It seem that the Internet Gremlins have eaten my website. I hope it gives them unrelenting, fiery heartburn.
10:51am I think I just accidentally watched some bird porn. Remind me never to look out my windows again.
4:28pm I think it sort of defeats the purpose when a so-called “inspirational” quote makes you yell “Bite me!” at the top of your lungs.
5:41pm 6 separate incidences of cat barfs + 1 website hacked = complete justification for going out and spending some money
12:46pm Man, my cat could really use a Xanax right now. He’s not GETTING one, I’m just saying, is all.
10:19am OK. Time to throw my gnarly, knotted-up body on the mercy of my massage therapist. Lucky her.