08:33 pm - PMS and fact
I <3 Shakespeare's Sister, once again, who points out: PMS does not equal insanity. It merely lowers my desire to bite my tongue when you are being an asshole. Wouldn't it be better if you weren't an asshole? I think so, too.
Who, me, cynical? Mmmmmaybe...
In other news, both larpwriting and I are feeling lousy today. We stayed home from work. The theory is that yeah, we could probably have made it in, but I worked from home instead, and he got a little better (I'll be better in a day or so, presuming I don't go on a tristate killing spree).
The cats were very happy to have us home. The dogs ran out of food and just ate leftovers from the freezer, which larpwriting dubbed "some combination of meat and beans." Maybe it was leftover chili? I dunno. Don't worry, we will buy them regular kibble tomorrow; today we were just too wiped to go to Petsmart.
Yesterday I learned that Melanie's jaws are powerful enough to rip apart a beef femur bone. That was interesting. Yes, I know many dogs can slowly chew said bones apart, but Melanie did this in the time it took me to refill her water bowl. I love my huge maneating puppeh of doom.
Now, some kind of Weight Watchers dinner thingy with fruit in it! Current Location: drawing room sofa Current Mood: amused Current Music: Gordon typing
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