Scene: our bedroom, 3 AM
Our heroine (that’s me, geniuses) who somehow looks fabulous when she sleeps (ha!) is in bed asleep with 2 (very stupid) dogs and 1 husband.
PITCH-CAT decides he absolutely must do something outside the room and starts pawing at the door while yowling loudly.
DOGS start freaking out because it is obviously time for breakfast.
Finally, heroine grabs worst offender (RUFUS) and forces him to be the little spoon for an hour in hopes of HUSBAND getting some sleep. He continues to wag his tail obnoxiously in hopes that someone will realize he wants food NOW. And the best way to communicate this is a tail to the face.
In case anyone was wondering why I’m so tired. Ugh.
#1: In other news, I’ve decide to share some random stupid confessions today! Yay!
most of the top searches for my blog are “puma diaper bag” and “diaper bags 2011.” I miss the days of “abusive running relationship total wimp” and “can I quit.” This diaper bag thing is never gonna die.
#2: I accidentally wandered in to the maternity department at Macy’s this past weekend. I figured it out right before I started looking for my size. When did maternity clothing get cute?
#3: I realized this morning that I forgot to shave my legs when I got out of the shower. I decided to use my husband’s electric razor. It worked surprisingly well. He is not pleased.
#4: I got insanely jealous when my friend was describing her life today. I need a new job/career path because I am obviously unhappy. I don’t, however, know what to do about this.
#5: I am wracked with horrible guilt because I don’t manage to comment on all of your blogs constantly. This is probably ridiculous and a sign of an overinflated ego.
#6: I cannot stop scratching right below my bra line because I chafed something wicked on Saturday. Healing wounds are itchy.
#7: I am unapologetically obsessed with Twitter. OBSESSED! Bart Yasso tweeted at me today and I may have almost peed myself.
#8: I am still constantly amazed at what a supportive community the blogosphere and Twitter are. We are part of something pretty special and I almost feel closer to some of you guys than people I know IRL.
#9: I’m out of confessions, but 9 seems like such a random number. Too bad! Suck it things that make sense!
So, what are your confessions? Anyone else have an evil cat? Tell me something random about yourself!