I know I addressed this to "DUDES" but honestly, I doubt there are any dudes (or dudettes?) actually reading this and that is liberating.
What is not liberating is this fucking cold. Or flu. Or plague. Whatever it is, the hub and I are so sick we're begging the cat to go to the store for supplies. Bitch keeps saying she has no thumbs, but we don't care. She'd look pretty dang awesome driving my car.
In other news that may prove liberating, we are buying a house. A real house, fit for real people, with no real asshats living above or behind us. Obviously, I don't give a shit about what the people living near our house will be like, because I can shut the goddamn door and they're gone!
Oh, fever, we are a fine pair today.
So yeah, we're buying a house, which means we're both batshit nuts about packing and paperwork and deadlines and pachyderms. (I like elephants.) The hub has to work as he hasn't built up any sick time at his new job, so I'm trying to make it as easy on him as possible here...that means I throw out my own tissues and clean my own dishes when I can stand long enough to scrub.
Again, I ask: why don't cats have thumbs? Or little monkey sidekicks?
Yes. Naptime.
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