Chaos, today’s word is chaos, mixed with an insane dose of mayhem. We just found out our cat has fleas. Which means for the foreseeable future, I will be constantly cleaning, vacuuming, debugging the cat and furniture, as well as trying not to pull out my hair or develop a healthy love of rum. That’s right, if I develop a drinking problem, I plan on becoming a pirate.
Don’t really have much more to share right now, brain is running on fumes, dread, and Tylenol Pm. Today’s offerings are brought to you by a deep dislike for fleas, panic, and the number 7 (because it is a prime number, and therefore awesome.)