I woke up this morning to the sound of a slamming door around 5:30 -
when the ghost left the house to go to work. I went to the bathroom
decided I can go back to bed for another half hour, when after just a
short time I heard the "sweet" sounds of a cat in convulsions, the
familiar sound just shortly before the black one throws up, followed by
a shrill sound that still reminds me of a cat that is being killed and
then comes the all too well known throwing up.
And while I was listening to this I remembered that I dosed off to sleep last night to the sound of a cat tearing down my new blue cardigan from the chair I had draped it on before I went to bed. And while I was remembering this in my somewhat drousy state of mind I made the mental connection, wanted to jump out of bed, but it was already too late.
That's one explanation why today I started my day with the washer running while I am still not completely awake.
And reading this thrilling blog entry I really need to remind myself what an interesting, glorious, fantastic, fa-bu-lous and absolutely fascinating life I really lead .. yeah rrright! ..... Spectacular!
Then again I think I am quite content with my boring life. I only need to work a little on my reluctance to go to work on a Monday morning.
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