If anyone ever wants to recruit me to join a terrorist organization or a fight club, they should hit me with it at approximately twenty seconds after I wake up in the morning. I'm in such a bad mood in the morning that my first thought is almost always, "I should go buy a gun." I think this phenomenon of morning rage is caused by some bizarre dreams that I always have after waking up 4 hours prior to feed my entitled cats. (And the second I typed that sentence, my youngest cat started crying right next to my chair.)
*spends 5 minutes cuddling her*
Now, I know what you're thinking? Why would a would-be-terrorist take any time out of her day to cuddle a cat? Well, she's not just any cat. She's enormous and when you pick her up, she feels more like a chimp that a cat, and since chimps are close to humans via that radical thing called 'evolution,' I can pretend I have a devoted child who wants to cheer me up. And claw me by accident.
Ah, parenthood.
Well, I'm feeling a little better now. My desire to fire a shotgun has faded away. Have a great day everyone! (Or else....)
~Lori
Still time to enter my giveaway.
Nightmares and Vision The Fork by strange fascination..
