Sand In My Eyes

Today I am more tired than I thought possible and I still don't have one of the main projects for this class completed. It's due tomorrow. I'm not even what you'd call "almost done."

Also, this project is dumb. There...I said it.  The thing's a giant compilation of like seventy-two assignments that we've already done, but now, they want them all in ONE GIGUNDOUS DOCUMENT and RE-WORDED, because somehow, that's, like, more SMARTER.

Bleh.

In happier news, reason 7,356 I love my neighborhood in the summer:

Climb On, Bella, Climb On

Bella is the smaller of our two kittens. And when I say "smaller," I mean she has a Yoda head. You know, like a little teeny-tiny, round, fuzz covered head with giant ears? I'm not sure if you can tell from previous pictures, but her brother is easily two-and-a-half times her size. But, what she lacks in size she makes up for in pure shit-headed curiosity and daring. Yesterday's picture was taken while she was atop a door. The following video will show how she usually ends up on top of said door (and yes, that is some beautiful, fist-pumping eighties music you hear in the background):

My favorite part is right at the end when the dog looks at me like, "Um, yeah...what the hell?"

Not As Mad As She Looks

Would that everyone had a Chad to read their blog to point out inconsistencies and spelling mistakes.

THANK YOU, CHAD...DAMMIT.

Perhaps this next picture can put a visual spin on my gratefulness:

Okay, kidding...I just hate when I misspell things. Thanks, Chad, for realz...with a "z."

Apologies and Ampersands

Look to your right. Yup, I sold out. Oops. Sorry.

Also, I heart punctuation:

This is a free key ring that the local Max and Erma's brought to my office. I don't really care that it represents crappy hamburgers, I like that it's, like, grammar and stuff.

Coffee, Collections, Crossover-Blogging

Stop what you're doing. Immediately. You with the magazine, stop that. Go to Luck Bros. right now for an iced coffee. That's right, you...the one with all the body hair. Put on a shirt and go.

They are not purveyors of your average iced coffee. They do not fill a cup with ice, then pour hot brewed coffee over it like a bunch of lazy schlumps. Oh no, they cold brew this heavenly concoction for two days, then mix it with something else that I don't know the name of...I'm guessing the technical term would be flavori delicioso. And it's so strong, your pee will smell of roasted beans all morning, which is an excellent indication that yes, IT'S WORKING.

Go. Now.

Have I mentioned before that I hate collecting people's money? Have I? I'm not sure I have, or perhaps you didn't fully understand the scope of my dramatic vocal inflections. Here, I'll write it in all caps: I HATE COLLECTING PEOPLE'S MONEY. I have been working on collections non-stop for the last four days, and let me tell you, someone is getting punched in the eye. Soon. I don't care who it is...PUNCHED.

Jillian and I are going to start a weekly crossover blog section. We are going to discuss topics from a "mommy vs. non-mommy" point of view. I am not sure who will end up in tears first, but I'm sure it will be fun. Look out for that amazingness on Fridays!