Cat Probs

Gus's favorite thing to do is walk across my chest. On my boobs. It would be different if he kept on moving. But nooooooo. He stops. Mid-boob. And it hurts. He just stands there and inflicts pain. Copious amounts of pain. Then in his sicko kitty world, he turns and givies me a birds eye view of his butt. I love him, but this has got to stop.

He's so cute though...

I truly question people that hate cats. I feel sorry for them.

An Open Apology to DST Haters

I didn't hit snooze this morning.  I turned the alarm off.  Accidentally. It was too dark to be morning.  I gasped for air at 7:21. The battery on Mr. B's truck was dead.  The promises, last night, of packed backpacks were a den of lies.  School uniforms weren't ready.  We scrambled.  They were late.

Karma - 1

Brays - 0

Tomorrow is another day.  We've got this.  We shall conquer the time change beast.

Sunday...

I think I'm going to live.  I won't lie.  Friday sucked.  I laid in bed all day.  Just enough fever to kick my butt.  I slept off and on all day.  Then there was Saturday, much better.  And today was even better.  Whew.  I'm back on Afrin again.  Meh.  I'll kick it again when I'm in the mood.  Right now, I'm going with what works.

I submitted my next Mom's the Word column AND I applied to be on Jen Hatmaker's launch team for her new book coming out this summer.  Finger's crossed.  First of all, how fun?  Ummmm, lots.  Secondly, what an opportunity!  I'd love to be a part of something so amazing.  If I get picked, expect to hear A LOT about it.

Thing One's science project is done.  Ahead of schedule.  I don't think it's actually due until Tuesday.  Yay, Brays.  Take that, procrastination.  

We've successfully adjusted all of our clocks and are welcoming the extra hour of dark in the morning and light in the evenings.  As it should be.  I'm not a time change whiner.  It's an hour, y'all.  Chill.  Take a nap and adjust.  It's all good.  And by the way, it's Daylight Saving Time.  Not savings.  If you are one of eleventy billion people that say savings, stop it.  Stop it now.  Please and thank you.

Another bright spot today?  My Spurs won.  They beat The Bulls.  Mmmmmmmmhmmmmmm.

I'm about to take a soak in the tub and gear up for some Sunday night television.  The Good Wife, Revenge and The Walking Dead.  Ahhhhhhhh.  

Let the countdown to Spring Break begin.  One more week.  Squeeeeeeee!

Under the Weather

The weather has been pretty crappy here.  And for West Texas, that's a big deal. Normally, I've had to turn the house air conditioner on by now.  At least for a day or two.  This year?  No.  Not even once.  We did have a couple of 80+ degree days.  But with ceiling fans and open windows, we survived.  Today we got our second "ice day."  Ice, y'all.  And people here CANNOT drive on ice.  So, we are at home with blue skies and watching it melt fast.

Why am I complaining? I feel like total doo doo.  I've had a head cold for a couple of days.  This morning, it has moved to my chest.  I managed to skip it last year.  It found me this year and with the fullest wrath of phlegm possible.  I look and I sound like crap.  I'm miserable.  And I'm whiny when I'm miserable.  So someone please call the whaaaaaaaaaambulance.  Because whaaaaaaaaaaa, I just want to feel better.

I promptly ungrounded my boys from electronics to get through this day.  I practically threw their iPads at them and told them to play nice.  Nary a peep from either of them.  Whew.

I'm wrapped up in my fleece blanket in my recliner.  I'm about to refill my hot chocolate and load up on Tylenol again.  Then I will turn on a chick flick that I, undoubtedly, will likely sleep right through.

At least I own it.  I'm the wimpiest sick female ever.  Where's my badge?  There should be a badge for that.  Or a big bag of cough drops.

Whaaaaaaaaaaa!