I know just how kitteh feels.
Can I go back to bed now?
Dang. It took me longer to get on than I’ve got hairs on my left eyebrow!
Sitting here with all the farmers from hereabouts. I’m in my elephant, now: Interwebs and a taste of home...or smell. Nothing like natural gas and old armpits.
Hi, Ganag! It’s nice to walk into a place (McD’s) and not have to dodge boxes and containers of some kind. Now if I can only find the bag with my facial stuff in it, maybe my face will quit burning and feeling so tight and dry.
I’m still trying to get in touch in Amex to put a stop order on the deposit check, but it looks as though I’ll have to write to them. Or wait six months for the check to be reversed. oy vey.
Every time I’ve left the complex in the dark, I’ve gotten lost, either going or coming back. *sheesh* smaller than Henderson and I get lost! LOL!
Alarm clock, kitteh consigns you to the deepest level of heck.