An apology

First of all, I want to say I am sorry. Sorry for that retarded little post I left ya'll with yesterday. Work has just really gotten to me in the last few days. I don't know what is up with that. How dare I come to work just so I can work. That is so not appropriate behavior.

Okay, things seem to be looking up a little today. Still busy, but not psycho-ly so (hmmm...new word...I like!). I will try real hard to give you something good to read. Here we go:

Ummm, I haven't scrapbooked in like 2 days, nor have I taken any cool piccies for you. I may be in the middle of a depression. Who knows.

(Okay, that was stupid. Let me try again.)

Took the kitty to the vet today because he had a lump on his neck, like a goiter but covered in fur. Turns out, he was bit by something -- a tick, mayhaps? -- and it got infected. Poor baby! So the vet did a little overall check-up thingy, complete with stethoscope, a little looksee inside the mouth and ears, an antibiotic shot, and finally, the coup de grace -- a little thermometer up the bum. Weeee! I swear, if Alex's eyes were on a human face they would be saying something along the lines of "What the dadgum @#!*%&$#!@*$% is that crap going on in my backside?!" Maybe with a little Irish accent.

Now if that bit didn't make you squirm in your underpants, nothin' will. Tata!