This morning, at Tim Horton's, I said "sigh" instead of actually doing it. That frightened me.
Just got back from my aunt Melonie's. She fed me split-pea soup and Greek salad. Wonderful woman she is.
My cat is so amazingly small when all of her fur is gone. Poor cat is outside in the rain, cold and naked. However, she does have a marvelous insulated house to go into should she desire to. But she seems to prefer to huddle on the porch. Weirdo.
My dad was saying that if it had been up to him, he would've just had Fluffy put to sleep instead of paying for her minor health issues. I was horrified. Luckily it clearly wasn't up to him. I realized though that Fluffy is like my child. Well, as far as the amount of affection I have for her. There the resemblence really ends. I hope.
I can't wait until Woodwork stops operating on Fridays. Then, on Thursday nights, Monica and I can go to Tim Horton's at 5:00am when they throw away all of their old doughnuts, and have a good old-fashioned DOUGHNUT FIGHT. (Oh no, they're not just for weekends anymore!) We'll have to bring Nikki too. Awesome.
Ah, and now I will go put on my PJs, drink some delicious Ontario water (straight from the Great Lakes, dontcha know), and continue reading Eragon. It's really getting good now. Hooray/Hurrah/Huzzah!