It happened...AGAIN. I won't even go into details about how I came to discover the big pile caked onto the bottom of my boot. There is not enough Febreze in the world to rid my office of the stench. Something must change. I'm taking this straight to Mr-Change-the-World-Right-Now-Obama. And for Plan B (since I know how long it takes things to get filtered through at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.) I am researching how to build a trap...and pricing out tranquilizer guns. You think I kid. I've had it.
In other news, my coffee is particularly delightful this morning and I'm having a decent hair day for the first time since I chopped five inches off. I'm going to try to drown myself in the Verona and stay focused on the positives...but I won't hold my breath.
2 comments:
I have a new daily visiter/pooper in my yard, an 18 year old, dying slowly feline. It is sickly and someone even shaved it recently so it looks so disgusting. So, I'll sign your petition. Lets nuke em all! Too much? ;)
i liked the post, but what actually made me laugh out loud....is the way you tagged this post!; i especially like "get rid of all cats" and " i hate cats". Haha!
Beware - you may have the PETA peeps on your blog tail in no time! ;)
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