I have a Brownie meeting tomorrow. I should totally plan something for that. Like, before then. Yeah, I'll get right on that.
I am hosting a jewelry party in 11 days, and my house looks like a bomb went off in it. Everything needs cleaned, the carpet needs shampooed, the windows are scary and we actually have cobwebs. Of course, I could completely just work those into my Halloween decor if I can get my shit together fast enough to decorate the house too before the party.
Consequently, I did the only rational thing to remedy the situation, and started painting. Because that's so obviously the best way to spend my time.
This is what adult onset ADHD looks like, my friends.
For reals though, everything in my house needs cleaned. All of it. I need to get my ass in gear. And, clearly, I need to learn the primary lesson from this whole pneumonia/asthma ass kicking session.
I cannot get sick. Ever.
In my infinite wisdom, I also scheduled a blood drive as the same day of the jewelry party. Which means two things.
1) I'm demanding WAY too much attention from people twice in one day.
2) They'll get drunk faster and I won't have to buy as much wine.
Maybe I did plan that right after all. Just maybe.
Shhh, it'll be our little secret.
I also wanted to share a little piece of random awesomeness about my life. I've written about my cat before. Well, he's not my cat. He freaking hates me, and I'm pretty sure he's just counting days until I die.
He hates me and the feeling is mutual.
A few mornings ago, I woke up to a present. He's an indoor cat, so his hunting opportunities are few and far between. He'd be the cat that brings me disemboweled mice if he had the chance, I just know it. But he can't. So he's decided to do the next best thing.
He steals my tomatoes off the counter, carries them upstairs, then shreds the crap out of them. Bites chunks out, peels the skin off with his claws. Then he leaves them wherever he pleases when he's done destroying them.
WTF is wrong with this cat???
Glad he's not my animal. He's clearly got issues.
Seriously, though, leave my damn tomatoes alone you little bastard!