Maybe it's because I spend my days deleting extra spaces after end punctuation (only one space, in case you wondered) and unsplicing comma splices. Or maybe it's because my hormones can't decide whether they want to be 25 or 65. Whatever the reason, this made me laugh. I hate cats, so why are these things so funny?
Other random thoughts:
12 days until Man-boy comes home.
The hotter it gets, the more hair Pete produces. In fact, he grows it as fast as I can brush it out of him. Why can't science clone his hair follicles? No one would ever be bald again. (PS. Dog hair sticks to unfinished wood flooring.)
Mike and I are tea purists. Other people in our family like iced tea made from a mix. Mike refers to it as "vile powdered swill."
Be thankful ~