"Sugar, can I get you a lint roller?"

I've come to the realization that black is no longer flattering when it is covered in cat hair. I might as well wear a name tag that says, "I'm trying pretty hard to look skinny and I'm obviously single."

She's trying to ruin me.

Just the other day I had my back to her as she was planted on MY pillow and when I turned I caught her flipping me the bird...

...I'm a pretty big advocate for springing pets from the joint (humane society) but I'm pretty sure the Diva ended up there because she was owned by people who were not nearly as patient as me.

One of THOSE Days.

You know, THOSE days.

Those days when friends my age post pictures of their engagement ring and sneaky pictures of their proposal. Generally - unphased. Today, totally phased. A little heart sick in fact.

It won't last. It's a fleeting emotion cradled by the fact that I'm "only twenty-three years old!" And the fact remains that if I would have wanted an engagement for engagement's sake, I could have had one, maybe two. But it wouldn't have been fair for me or for the other party involved. Obviously. I'm totally content with choices I have made and the way things have worked out.


However.

If I hit twenty-nine and start fashioning cat snugglies for Gigi, many of THESE days are sure to follow.