I know I know, the first thing you think of is Garfield: “Diet is just die with a ‘t’ at the end” But this isn’t that kind of diet. I’ve been somewhat inspired by all my cleaning out of stuff,
Returning to Normalcy
I’m not sure what it is about “holiday” weekends, but there’s something about getting back to the daily life that I always enjoy. Today’s “to do” list isn’t too bad, but I’m enjoying the familiarity of my routines again. What
Warning! Bad Pun Ahead!
What do you call an Egyptian traffic jam? Tootin’ car men. What does a gay horse eat? *wristflop* Haaaaa~aaaaaay!
You know…
You know it’s finally actually summer when you walk out of a restaurant at 9:15pm, and it’s still 85 degrees, your glasses fog up, and you get 4 mosquito bites walking to your car. You know its going to be
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Cockroaches
So, it’s spring here in Texas. Or rather, it’s the months that (for the rest of the world) usually signal Spring, but in Houston mean simply that it’s either hot, raining, or both. This happens to be the eternal wake-up-call
I think he’s figured me out
I have two things on my desk right now, an 8×11 notebook planner (open to this week) and a cup of lemonade. The rest of the desk surface is open (ok, the rest of the main desk surface…) And the
Not out of the woods yet
But Max is doing better. He did eat today (though not much) and, as unglamorous as it sounds, I’m watching the cat boxes closely. Somewhere, inside my cat, is a hair elastic. It really needs to be in the litter
You know it’s Monday when…
You wake up to your cat barfing up his breakfast. This wouldn’t be so bad, but Max (the siamese) *never* has problems like that. Unfortunately last night, he ate a hair rubber band. Yes – *ate*. As in ingested. Somewhere
You know…
You know it’s time to go to bed when you manage to botch your own puns. For the record: A baby seal walked into a bar. Ouch is not funny. A baby seal walked into a club. Ouch is