I slept like the dead. But only if I was on my back, or my right hand side. At one point I was sleeping m, and one of the cats decided to use my chest as a spring board. That was fun. I’d be willing to suspect that it was Pippin chasing greebles. It was an interesting sleep. I got up sometime in the night.

I’m really surprised that I haven’t started to bruise yet. You see, I was walking back to work, after lunch and I went ass over tea kettle and landed on my left shoulder and hip. I can’t really raise my left arm up. Good times. I hurt.

Good morning you party people! It’s almost the weekend. Just two more days, and I’ll have a full weekend off. The exchange for that full weekend? I’m working late tonight. That’s ok, I don’t mind. It’s the last ever ladies night, so it should be some sort of party.

When I got home from work yesterday, Crystal was neck deep in making tiny little buffalo chicken pizzas. Oh man, they were very tasty. I ate two of them.

But right now? More coffee and Chaucer snuggles. He’s already in between us snuggling. I still don’t think it was him that jumped on my chest. But we’re awake, and we’re ready to greet the day. If only the day would come a little later.

Let’s get this day started!