Was not feeling the greatest this past weekend. Spent the weekend practicing various laying down techniques, on the couch, on the floor, on the cat. Needless to say, cats do not like to sit on them. By the time Monday arrived I felt like a hedgehog had taken up residence in my throat. A very resilient hedgehog who did not want to come out. Being that I am stubborn....in other words, part German; I got up took baby to the sitters, dragged myself to work. This did not go very well. By 9am I had successfully avoided two frontal collisions with shelves of books. At this point I packed it up and headed home, were I collapsed in a miserable heap surrounded by 2 cats and a dog. I am certain the beasts were only waiting for my ultimate demise so they could feed off my corpse while it was fresh. Lacking anything in the house that would temper my misery, I downed some of Nick's baby Tylenol, and prepared to meet my maker. Apparently my maker is foul mouthed cat, who at some point between 12 and 1pm decided "she" needed to go outside. Since I am lazy and not drugged properly, I sent her to the basement, which I can assure you, annoyed her completely.
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