Ya know, when your first thought on getting out of bed is to wish it were Friday, because you’re so tired and you just want the weekend to get here already…
…and then you remember it’s Monday morning…
…well, it just doesn’t bode well for your week.
This is my chair.
Go away and sit somewhere else.
This one is all my own.
It is the only thing in your house that I possess
And insist upon possessing.
Everything else therein is yours.
My dish,
My toys,
My basket,
My scratching post and my Ping-Pong ball;
You provided them for me.
This chair I selected for myself.
I like it,
It suits me,
You have the sofa,
The stuffed chair
And the footstool.
I don’t go and sit on them do I?
Then why cannot you leave me mine,
And let us have no further argument?– Paul Gallico
I miss my kitty.
They were predicting a little winter weather, but this morning it started snowing hard enough to make the roads slushy. The public schools are closed, the community colleges are closed, and we’re all hanging around the house now going “Woo hoo!”
So I’ll probably spend the morning doing all the homework I couldn’t do last night, because I wasn’t home more than half an hour yesterday. Then I’ll spend the afternoon farting around on teh intarwebz. I predict by the end of the day my online friends will be turning off their computers to get away from me.