Oy. So far today, the normally loving and docile, Sir has a) kicked me repeatedly in an attempt to get me out of bed (how dare I sleep in until 7:30!) b) bitten me and c) nearly given me a coronary by attempting to jump from a shopping cart in a busy parking lot.
This is the last time I let his favorite parent go out of town for the weekend.
Thankfully, nap time arrived just before he was able to tie me up and feed me to the dogs. As I sat exasperated and grasping at the last shred of sanity I had left today, I realized that, in my haste to get Sir in the house and keep him from running down the street with a pilfered bag of frozen onion rings (true story), I had forgotten to check the mail. I trudged out to the box and what to my wondering eyes did appear, but a brand new pair of ugly shoes AND my Sketchbook Project package!
So, I guess this thing is really real now. That means I’ve got a lot of work to do, and I have a feeling I’ll have a lot of time to do it once the nice men in the white coats come to take me to my new home.
Dear Big Sir,
Please hurry back. And bring onion rings.