So, if my day could NOT get worse. I left work at 6:30, stop at EuroOptical to get my glasses fixed and get Mike a new case for his Oakleys (got them both for free 
). Stopped at a new store I heard about last week, got a VERY cute panda hand towel and eye shadow. And finally come home.
While checking my e-mail, Mike decides to play with Pixel on the back of my chair. Well, to his suprise, she FELL OFF and landed on Liz, with her claws into Liz’s back. (Third person used here to off set the pain.) After a blood curdling scream, he stopped playing with her. It takes a five inch by five inch gauzae pad to cover the wound.
- Mood:
pissed off
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I’d just like to state for the record that I feel like a complete and total schmuck, the worst kind of horrid, scummy, low creature who is not even worthy of being in your presence, whose very existence is an insult to you.
But then, I guess I have always been good at kicking myself. Go, go gadget guilt complex!
*cry*