I Can Has Cheezburger is providing me with a well-needed smile this evening. I’m working for well, for work–yes, on Sunday night. I’m coming down with a cold. The King of Everything is coming down with a cold. My mother (and most likely, my father, too) is coming down with a cold. I have a Big. Nasty. Doctor’s Appointment. Tomorrow. And I’m not going to be able to curl up after it, but will have to go to the office instead and pretend nothing happened. And I’ll have to pretend until at least 7PM, which is the earliest I’ll be able to leave tomorrow night.
Yeah. I feel like a wet cat right about now.
Pray for me, people. This week is going to be difficult. The amazing thing is, I’m going to be able to do it.
Thanks, Angel. Here’s hoping the doc says, oops, lab made a mistake, there’s nothing wrong with you!
hey, I can dream!
ooer, i’ve felt like that! you’ll all be in my prayers to feel better soon!
For real:
Our kitten fell into the bath the other night while Mae was washing her hair… Yikes! We saved her. And you know that all of us here have your back, right?
Tea with honey, darling….