Today I actually chiselled away at my reader and made a dent of some significance. Instantaneous stress reduction that was further helped by answer a few overdue emails. Mmmm, the weight is coming off my shoulders.
You see that right there - that last line? That line is the one the gods are going to taunt me with when they smote me with a few lightening bolts, unexpected bills, or bad-blasts-from-the-past for admitting that my stress levels have reduced.
Can't wait to see what they throw at me this time.
Anyhow, Amy inspired me today. You see, Rudy recently lost his balls, and his room mate Farley likes to pretend he's the reason CSI was invented.
And coincidently, our cat Dallas likes to pretend he's been shot, so I bet he'd have some good times with Farley. Dallas was also upset that he wasn't featured solo on this blog so far in NaBloPoMo so I'm doing this post to avoid pootastic pucker-prints left by pucker-points on my pillows.
Some days I think I should have been that woman with one hundred cats, bad fashion sense, who prefers to eat spaghettios straight from the can. No offence to my readers who actually qualify for all of the above.