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Do I even have to say it? Still. freaking. pregnant. I am as mystified by this as anyone. The April baby my OB was convinced I would have is looking more like a mid-May baby as he has already passed up his due date and shows no significant signs of making his appearance.

I have yet another AFI/NST tomorrow morning at like 8, so we’ll see how my amniotic fluid is holding up. It has been on a pretty steady decline, so we’ll see how long they let us go. I wouldn’t be surprised if we were below the threshold of 5cm tomorrow, I was only at 6.5cm of fluid on Thursday.

I haven’t watched the Chopped All Stars finale, but please please please don’t let Penny have won. We’ll be watching it before bed tonight.

After 4 weeks of doing nothing, my husband finally made me get off my ass today, and you know what? It was nice. We went to the farmer’s market and got tamales and strawberries and then later took a trip to a amusement park type place and played a round of miniature golf. I lost by a stroke today, which is very, very unlike me, so naturally, I’m blaming the baby. Surely this is all his fault.

I do not understand people who run marathons. I mean, I used to run, I remember loving the rush you get from running a race, but 26 miles? I’m sorry, I don’t even really like to drive that far, let alone run. I once ran 13 miles and when I finally finished I realized I had just wasted 2 hours of my life and vowed to never run that far ever again. And I have kept that promise to myself. In fact, I have kicked that promise’s ass.

Husband and I (ironically, given my last rant) drove 25 miles for crawfish tonight for dinner. It isn’t really New Orleans-y enough, but it more or less satisfied the craving I was having. I would kill for a good crawfish boil right now.

There is a MIL situation brewing that is making me completely crazy. My husband gave me permission to write about it, but I’ve hesitated because I don’t want to bad mouth her too much, but dude, I am about to lose it. Her stupid ass dogs keep showing up in my apartment, she has reminded me 800 times that labor is going to last for days and that I’m foolish for hoping/thinking it could be any shorter and oh, my SIL is making a huge mistake with everything in her life. Newsflash: I hate your fucking dogs, labor will last as long as it needs to, I have zero expectations, and my SIL can make her own decisions without everyone weighing in.

And that’s not even everything, but it’s where I’m cutting myself off before I scream again.

I made homemade granola bars tonight because that’s how badly I didn’t want to go to the grocery store to buy breakfast foods. They only took a few minutes to toss together. If they end up tasting good, I’ll either share the link or demonstrate the recipe. We’ll see how strapped for time and blogging material I am after the baby arrives.

If he arrives.

And with that, I’m going to watch Chopped All Stars and go to bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be the day, but let’s not hold our breath, just in case.

STILL PREGNANT.

And honestly, there is next to nothing going on in my life right now besides being pregnant, so this might end up short and baby heavy. Literally all I’ve done for a week is sit on the couch and will my child out. Very ineffectively, obviously. I’ve mostly just discovered that I can cause myself to have a contraction whenever I want to, if I just sit up straight. And if I stay sitting up straight, I will continue to have them, but they don’t get strong or close together, so sitting up straight just seems mostly like personal punishment.

We had dinner at Denny’s tonight (a whopping 15 dollar dinner, it was awesome) and the sign at the entrance said, “Were glad your here.” And then my brain broke from the grammar fail. It was made better by their sign that said “We do not accept 50′s.” Apostrophes are hard, man.

I’ve become oddly obsessed with Charlie Wilson’s War this week. I’ve watched it like 4 times. I just love it.

The weekly cat update… They’re both on all new dry food and seem to be enjoying it. Except my cat has gained 2 pounds in 2 weeks. I swear, I do not even know what to do with these animals. I feel like we cannot win. No food fulfills them but doesn’t fatten them up. Or if it does, it makes one of them puke repeatedly. Why are my cats so complicated?

Giada De Laurentiis looks like a bobble head. With more teeth than any other person ever.

We have a giant pile of crap near our front door now. It’s our hospital crap. My hospital bag, husband’s hospital bag, boppy, shoes, laptop bag. All just waiting. FOR A BABY TO COME. Or for us to trip and fall over it. Whichever happens first.

Speaking of which, I have another ultrasound for fluid measurements and a non-stress test tomorrow to see how the baby is tolerating life inside. Last week he had several decelerations of his heart rate while being monitored, so I’m anxious to see how he’s doing. I obviously want all of this to be normal and for him to be happy and healthy, but damn I would not hate it if they had to induce me tomorrow. Selfish, I know. But my eagerness to be finished with pregnancy is a mix of being completely miserably uncomfortable and wanting to finally meet my baby. I’ve been waiting a very long time to have a baby and these last few days and weeks have been excruciating. I will wait as long as I need to, but I’m seriously ready now.

I was awakened yesterday to an earthquake. Truthfully, it wasn’t a big deal, but it was a weird one. It was like a big jolt, little rumble, big jolt, little rumble, big jolt and over. The cat and I both woke up, sat up, and then laid back down. It did make me realize that we have absolutely nothing to climb under in our whole upstairs. And since I know our doorways are not fortified, which means they’d be equally worthless, I’m really not sure what I’d do in a big earthquake. Probably run into a doorway anyway. Old habits die hard.

Alright, there is a slice of peanut butter pie in the fridge calling my name. And we’re halfway through Chopped All Stars, so I’m done for tonight. Think lots of labor thoughts for me please. Hopefully I’ll be updating you this week with pictures of my baby and all the lovely details of his birth. Okay, not all the details. But you know what I mean.

Still pregnant. I’ve reached the miserably pregnant stage. At some point on Friday, I did something horrible to my back. I’m not sure exactly what, but I am pretty sure it was the result of sitting on the floor while sorting baby clothes for like an hour. Now anytime I try to bend forward or to the left, I get a sharp awful pain on the left side of my back. When you add that to the relentless pain in my right hip, I am just hurting. A lot. I can’t stand up or sit down without cringing/moaning/crying. It’s fun.

And every time I say that I’m ready for the baby, my husband tells me he needs to cook longer. And then I punch him in the face because he’s not lugging this baby around in his uterus.

The nursery is finished. There will be pictures tomorrow, I’m just too lazy to get the camera from upstairs, edit and post pictures now. But I promise, it’s on my to-do list. Barring the birth of the child tomorrow, the pictures will be up by the afternoon.

I have no words for Chopped All Stars right now except that tonight’s episode and winner make me irate. And that winner better not win the whole thing or Food Network is dead to me. Not really, but almost.

So the cats. The dry food thing came to a screeching halt when Karma decided it would be awesome if she just puked all over the place on Wednesday and Thursday. I mean, ALL OVER THE APARTMENT. Though notably, she never ever did it when my husband was home, because obviously. On the other hand, on the dry food my cat became SUPER mellow, like to the point that we hardly ever saw him and he almost completely stopped begging and fighting when hungry. It was kind of lovely. But, because Karma the ruiner, ruined it, we went back to the moist food, and almost immediately, my cat went back to being a tremendous douche whenever he was hungry.

So, we decided to try a different dry food and to phase it in instead of going gangbusters with it. I know, what a novel idea. Today we picked up a brand recommended by my MIL (you’ll be shocked to know she’s an expert in cats, too), and to our surprise, instead of looking at us like we had killed their puppy dogs when we put it in their bowls as they did last week, both cats happily scarfed down the food this afternoon. Hopefully Karma can tolerate this and it will reduce my cat’s aggressiveness again. I’ll hold my breath in the meantime.

If you cut up zucchini really thinly, cook it and try to pretend it’s pasta, you’re dead to me.

Husband and I watched Contagion today. It was actually really good, but also, it makes you never want to leave your house or touch anything in public ever again. Every time they showed an interaction I cringed because dude, we do that all day and I don’t want to diiiiiie. Maybe not the best movie to watch before going to the hospital to have a baby, but eh. What can you do?

Due date is in 13 days. I would not mind if the baby made his appearance in the next week. Would not mind at all. HINT HINT NUDGE NUDGE, baby.

I’m starting to think my child might hate Sunday nights, which is ironic since I am also not a fan of Sunday nights either. As I was typing this post last week he was completely and totally still, which forced us to make a several hour trip to the hospital to make sure he was okay (he was) and tonight he is being similarly sluggish. I mean, he’s moving, but not like usual. I do not like this, it makes me nervous. Parenthood is already stressing me out.

I have finally watched The Princess Bride. I believe the build up was way too much, because…meh. I expected it to be perpetually laugh out loud funny and it just isn’t. I mean, it was fine, it mostly kept my attention (though I really wanted to take a nap at one point), there were several points where I learned the origin of a quote I have heard before, which was nice. But I have no need to ever watch it again.

Chopped All Stars. I LOVE YOU.

So we went to the vet last week and talked about my cat’s food aggression and Karma’s continued enormousness. The vet suggested switching to dry cat food, specifically a weight reduction one, so yesterday we did. The cats are…not happy. But, my cat has been extremely non-aggressive yesterday and today. It’s more like we just broke his spirit. He looks at us when we feed him like, really? This? Sigh. He’s still eating, he’s not power begging, but he just seems really terribly sad.

See his sad face?

I think I broke him.

This weekend the baby achieved full term designation, which means that basically he can come any time now and should be fully cooked. We would obviously prefer he stay in for a while longer, but it’s comforting to know anyway. I am having trouble wrapping my mind around the idea that my due date is in 20 days. TWENTY DAYS. I can count that on my fingers and toes. Holy crap.

The dresser situation has gotten even more complicated. The very short version is that we’re not getting the dresser that matches our crib because it’s evidence in a lawsuit. And so we went out last night and dresser shopped. We found one that is the right price, size and is good quality, so we’ll be picking that up on Wednesday. I just want it in the room so that we can put things away. I did a metric ton of baby laundry today (a whole load of baby things!), and now it just needs a place to live.

Yesterday was my mom’s birthday! Happy birthday Mom! And on Wednesday she’s coming to spend the day with me, which should be great fun. I have no idea what we’ll do besides make ass imprints in the couch, but even that is fun with my mom. I bet she’ll help me do some baby organizing too.

My husband has a big presentation to do on Wednesday, and true to his history, he just started doing work on it today. Although, this time it’s an adjustment and repeat of a presentation he gave a few years ago (they requested he repeat it for a different audience) so it won’t be as bad, but I’m glad that this is his last presentation for a while. I’m growing wearing of losing him for several days at a time for presentations. And yes, I have, several times, suggested he try preparing earlier. You cannot teach an old stubborn doctor new tricks, it turns out.

I hate ginger. This is related to nothing, I just thought you should know.

On Friday, I choked while I had a mouthful of water and spit it out all over my husband’s cat. We are both okay, though I’m not sure she’ll ever sit that close to me again.

Alright, I’m off, have a wonderful week friends!

Guess what guess what guess what? I don’t have to go to work tomorrow. Because I am done with it. I don’t think they make words to describe my delight at this. Seriously. I cannot even begin to tell you how happy I am to have this clinical behind me. That was 14 weeks of misery for me. But I passed and it’s over and so there.

Oh and Happy Easter. We celebrated by going to IHOP and having my in-laws surprise us by coming over for an extra visit (I mean, they called us in advance, not like showed up at our doorstep) to do some of the painting for our nursery because we all realized that trying to get it all done on Wednesday was not going to happen. I have zero desire to discuss the paint clusterfuck right now, but suffice it to say, there is a bit of one. I’m dealing with it. Kind of. Mostly by ignoring it.

We had a lovely Passover dinner last night and my husband finally explained that I really, truly do have an egg allergy so it’s not that I don’t want Matzoh balls, it’s that they are going to make me sick. That only took 7 years to get through to her.

Today I slept until 8, took a nap from 12:30-2 and am so tired I can hardly stay awake right now (it’s 8pm). I continue to be amazed at how much energy it takes to gestate a child. It helps that the baby has not stopped moving all day.

Despite not working, I have this week completely filled with stuff, for lack of a better word. Tomorrow is the vet (shots and food discussion), Tuesday I have to drive to school to drop off forms then an eye doctor appointment, Wednesday is more painting with the in-laws, Thursday is a different doctor appointment. I don’t think I have anything scheduled for Friday yet, but it’s early still. And yet, I’ll happily do all that over working, no question.

Still no dresser. Our nursery will never be finished.

We are in search of a rocking chair. I have found only one that looks decent quality and unfortunately, the price tag totally matches how pretty it is. And I just will not spend 400+ bucks on a rocking chair. Sorry baby, mommy just doesn’t love you that much. I’ve looked at Babies R Us, Target, Pottery Barn Kids (where the really expensive one is), and a few others. Any suggestions besides those places?

The hospital bag is being packed this week and the car seat bases will be installed in the car. Stuff is getting real here.

I have very little else to add tonight. I think it’s because I’m barely conscious and it’s hard to have a stream of consciousness when you’re half asleep. I blame the baby. Obviously.

Have a great week guys. Come back tomorrow to find out why we’re totally going to be kicked out of our childbirth classes.

This will probably be a short stream of consciousness. I’m exhausted in a way that they don’t even make words for. I really didn’t do all that much today, but it’s all I can do to stay conscious right now.

Tomorrow is the start of my last clinical week ever. Did you read that? My LAST CLINICAL WEEK EVER. I can hardly convey my excitement. 5 days. 5 more days of clinic. And 5 pretty light days, especially with a doctor’s appointment on Tuesday, time blocked out Wednesday and Friday to go over evaluations. It’s hopefully going to be a quick and easy week. I say hopefully because I know better than to assume anything will be easy.

We worked on the nursery today. So far all that has been accomplished is that we washed the sheets, put a set on (that we will absolutely have to change once the baby is here because the cat will definitely lay on them), moved out the futon we had in there, moved the crib across the room and piled the boxes a little more fancily.

Still to come: painting it (on Tuesday April 10th) a pale blue, getting the dresser (April 14th or 15th), figuring out how to get the dresser upstairs (it’s SEVENTY TWO INCHES LONG). Hopefully the room is done before the gestating is.

I had my second and I think final baby shower this weekend and it was just entirely lovely. It was at a fancy tea place in LA, and we had fancy tea, sandwiches, scones and desserts and we were further blessed with totally lovely gifts. This baby is very very well loved.

Sidenote: if you’re one of the people who knows the baby’s name, please do me a favor and refrain from posting it anywhere. I’d like to keep it somewhat quiet until the baby arrives.

My husband tried to make me drive his mother from the baby shower to our house yesterday, which would’ve been an hour of us alone. It ended up not working out because I wanted to spend time with my family after the shower, but it also wouldn’t have worked out because one of us would’ve ended up dead by the end. She is on a major tirade about breastfeeding right now, which is fine, but she doesn’t know that I had breast surgery several years ago and may not be able to exclusively breastfeed my child. And I don’t have any desire to tell her. We took a 5 minute car ride alone together today and she managed to bring it up, I can only imagine if she had an hour at her disposal.

I desperately need to get my car washed.

We also need a bigger apartment.

I’ve got nothing else. I need to sleep. Have a good night and week, friends.

Sunday. Only one more of these after today to hate. Because I only have two. more. weeks. TWO MORE WEEKS. I’m so happy, and also so exhausted and dreading tomorrow.

This weekend was our last out of town trip before the baby arrives. I went home to my hometown for a baby shower, which was just completely lovely. One of the most fun parts was that the shower was hosted by my 5th grade teacher and my kindergarten teacher was also there. My mom worked at my elementary school growing up, so she has stayed friends with many of my teachers over the years. My 1st and 3rd grade teachers were also invited, but unable to attend. And then for good measure, one of my 9th grade teachers was eating dinner at the same place we went to last night.

We were given SO many lovely gifts, it took probably 10 trips to bring them in from the car. In the rain. Which stopped about 10 minutes after we got all the presents in. The rain that started this morning and lasted through our entire 3 hour drive home.

I’m fighting off a really unpleasant cold right now. It started very slowly last weekend with a sore throat. Then my nose started to get stuffy. And then Thursday, I got hit by a snot truck. And Friday it continued. And Saturday too. And now I still have an excess of snot, but now we’ve progressed to my lungs. The coughing. Oh dear God, the coughing. So on top of feeling like an enormous beached whale, I now also feel like I might be dying of a cold. No, I’m not being dramatic. Never.

Today I had lunch at a chain restaurant with my dad and step-mom. The restaurant was busy, but not like, insane. And somehow it took 45 minutes for our food to arrive. And all our waitress could say to us was “yaaaay” when it got there. Yea, yay. Or, about damn time.

I saw someone on tv today who had previously worn those grody enormous stretch out your ear lobe earrings. It turns out that what your ears look like AFTER you wear those is every bit as gross as what it looks like while you’re wearing them.

I think I need to do a load of laundry, but the going outside and doing laundry part is just a bit of a stumbling block. I wish our laundry wasn’t outside on the patio.

My cat continues to have massive food aggression issues. He also has baby toy adoration issues. And he is absolutely as happy as he could possibly be with all the wonderful gifts from the shower. We’re going to have to hide the toys that we got because I just know that he is going to love them so very much that our baby will never get a chance to play with them.

Alright kids, it’s time for another week. Maybe I’ll even blog occasionally this week. I said maybe.

Another Sunday has arrived. I have to say that in light of the potential compromise on the clinical, I’m feeling somewhat totally less defeated tonight than in previous Sundays. 3 more weeks. I can do this.

I believe I may be coming down with pregnancy cold #3. It’s terrible, but when I woke up with the sore throat I was seriously hoping it was more acid reflux issues because at least I can medicate that enough, but alas, it has lasted all day. Which makes me think this might be the same sore throat my sister was coming down with when I stayed at her house on Thursday/Friday.

Speaking of staying at my sister’s, I had to attend a conference all day Friday and half of Saturday. It was pretty well run and I definitely learned things. I really didn’t want to go on Saturday because I really object to giving up my weekend to work related stuff, but the most useful session was actually on Saturday, so I probably shouldn’t be too upset. Plus, some of the things I learned made me feel relatively competent in at least a few areas.

So, we’ve finally reached the point where I’m starting to worry about our nursery. We’ve actually gotten all non-baby stuff put away and the room is ready to be finished, but we don’t have our dresser. And we don’t have our dresser because it’s in my sister-in-law’s garage. Which is attached to my sister-in-law’s house, which was declared a stage 5 asbestos emergency. And now no one is allowed in except the workers who are de-asbestosing the house. We have NO idea when it’s going to be finished and therefore, when we can get our dresser. If you were wondering if I found this concerning, the answer is yes, very much yes. Obviously I feel terrible for my SIL and her family, but this is some unhelpful stress.

We did buy our son several comic book hero onesies yesterday. That brings the number of things we’ve purchased for our child to, uh, 4?

I’m starting to think that Cupcake Wars and Diners, Drive ins and Dives are on Food Network approximately 20 hours of the day. I think I have seen all the episodes like 12 times. Why I haven’t changed the channel and put something else on, I’m not entirely sure.

I love all of you, but if I never have to hear about anyone eating their placenta ever again my life will be complete. I’m sorry, you can try with all your might to convince me that there are health benefits but my answer is always going to be, but it came out of your vagina. Because it could be made of solid gold and make all my headaches stop and I’m still pretty much positive I would not eat it. Just no.

It has been raining pretty much all weekend here. It is nice, but having to drive 60 miles in it yesterday was not my favorite. Also, just a side note: you should ALWAYS have your headlights on when driving in the rain. It’s just a very easy thing to do to vastly increase safety. It also happens to be a law in CA, and I’d imagine it could prevent a sizable number of accidents if anyone actually did it. As could paying attention and putting your cell phones down. But that’s just a hunch.

My husband got a new iPad yesterday. I may never see his face again. But I’ll know that it’s happy behind the screen.

Alright, it’s time for me to get my stuff together for work and my OB appointment tomorrow. Fingers crossed there’s no bed rest talk, I need to make it 3 more weeks. THREE MORE WEEKS.

Oh Sunday. You are especially painful today, with your one less hour of sleep nonsense. I cannot even begin to describe how much I loathe this time change. I am inherently not a morning person (and no, I do not need to be reminded about how my life is going to force me to become one in the next two months, hush) and so getting up at 6:15, when it feels like 5:15, sucks so much more than a regular morning. Seriously, so much more.

I know you’re probably tired of hearing this, but I cannot believe I still have 6 weeks left of this clinical. It feels like the last 10 weeks have been a lifetime. And not in a good way.

Today’s the one year anniversary of the earthquake and tsunami in Japan. I spent a while looking at pictures today and it’s almost impossible to wrap your head around the magnitude of the devastation. I think they have made impressive improvements, but they still have so much recovery left ahead of them. I, like many others, continue to send good thoughts to all those impacted. I cannot imagine their struggles.

Tomorrow is Black Monday in the medical school world. It’s the day that 4th year medical students find out if they’ve matched. They don’t find out their actual match until later this week, but I remember how inherently terrifying this night was for my husband. I got up in the morning to find that he had hardly slept the night before because after I went to bed he had a huge panic attack. Thankfully he matched and is now nearly finished with his 3rd year of residency (of 5).

The fact that Friends is on Nick at Night makes me feel impossibly old.

The fact that my boobs rest on my belly, which rests on my thighs makes me feel impossibly large.

We’re now 32 weeks through pregnancy, which is another good benchmark. 32 weeks is when the hospital I work at no longer considers premature infants at “high risk” for complications, which is cool. Obviously we want him in for another 7-8 weeks still, but it’s nice to be in a lower risk group. It would be even nicer if my uterus were less of an asshole. But I’m obviously not holding my breath on that one.

I spent the weekend at home with my family while my poor husband had to work all weekend. My weekend was lovely, though I was definitely up a bit more than usual. I got to spend some one-on-one time with my dad, hung out with my mom, had dinner with my mom, step-dad, aunt, uncle, 3 of my cousins and my grandpa, and then had breakfast with my dad, step-mom, grandma and (step) grandparents. It was a lot of fun family time. But now I won’t see my husband until tomorrow night, then I’m staying at my sister’s Thursday night for a conference on her side of town Friday and they want me to go back on Saturday. I’m tempted to make up a reason not to because I just want to spend some time at home with my husband. We’ll see how I feel later this week.

I typed poo husband instead of poor at the beginning of the last paragraph. And then I laughed and laughed.

Alright, I have some paperwork to finish before tomorrow and then I need to wallow in misery about the weekend ending. Have a great week guys!

Writing this post makes me sad. Because it means it’s Sunday. And that means tomorrow is Monday. And I still have seven weeks of my clinical left. Siiiiiiiigh. I’m ready to be done, but not so ready that I’m willing to go on bed rest because that would mean I’d have to make up the clinical later. And that does not sound any more appealing.

If you’re not watching the Worst Cooks in America you are missing out on some serious hilarity. Some of these people are just terrible, like, to the point I wonder if they’re even really trying. I have to say, while I have historically been a big fan of Anne, I’m finding her too harsh for me this season. Even when she compliments someone, she seems to make a dig. I’m not not as happy. So I’m all about Bobby Flay this season. I love me some Bobby. Maybe because the past 2 seasons her competitor has been a harsher guy, but Bobby is just way nicer and way more about teaching than shaming, which I like.

I also love Iron Chef, but only when it’s an ingredient that isn’t totally gross. Tonight’s episode is right up my alley. It’s not a huge fish, it’s not organ meat, it’s cheese. Cheese is goooooood. Except like last night when all the cheese in my fridge was either molding or past it’s code date. I may have cried a little.

Tonight for dinner I made and ate jambalaya and it was totally delicious. I followed it up with some Hershey’s chocolate Easter eggs. And then I realized that I had completely forgotten to take heartburn medication and now I’m pretty sure I’ll be dead in a few hours. Crap.

Two years ago I dislocated my thumb because I am kind of an idiot. It hasn’t really hurt since then, but you can definitely tell that the joint I dislocated never firmed back up. It basically just moved in ways it shouldn’t, which is a fun party trick and also gross. And then Thursday night I must have done something in my sleep because I woke up Friday and every time I flexed my thumb I had tremendous pain. It really hasn’t gotten a whole lot better yet and it’s making work really unpleasant.

I sent someone a direct message on twitter today with wherein I forgot the r in the word shirt. You’d be amazed at how much the meaning of a tweet changes with that one little letter.

We haven’t seen very much of my cat lately. As my husband said, since we gave him his own room, he’s been pretty contained there. Except WE DIDN’T GIVE HIM HIS OWN ROOM. That’s the nursery and he just believes he gets to live in it. The basket that my friend Allison gave us, the one my husband refers to as the baby toboggan, is his very favorite place to nap. And he loves the Tigger my dad and step-mom bought the baby him.

I know that by choosing to live in Southern California I all but surrender my rights to a winter, but it’s going to be 80 tomorrow and that makes me kind of sad. I like winter, I feel like it completely passed us by this year and that it’s been at least 70 since mid-December. We’ve had a couple of little storms pass through that dropped snow on our mountains, but 2 days later, it’s melted and we’re in t-shirts again. I guess better this year than next since I can’t ski this year, but I’m still missing winter a bit.

Gratuitous picture of the other cat who, though gorgeous, is still a total asshole.

Sigh. Have a good week friends. Here’s to hoping Friday comes quickly and uneventfully.