My Sausage McMuffin has cheese on it. This is not a good way to start my Monday morning. I managed to scrape it all off, but the eau du processed cheese still lingers and I had to TOUCH it, which brings up a whole host of other horrors. I have cheese fingers! Help me!
It’s a short week ‘round these parts, but I’ve had to do quite a bit of scrambling to make everything flow smoothly. Ed, the somewhat lucky bastard, is only working today and then he’s off until next Monday. He’s also sick as a dog, which is hampering both his luck and his ability to breathe. Since Ed has the time off, I’ve made him master of the balls – Lemon’s scheduled for his neutering tomorrow morning. I planned it this way so that Ed has to take him in, because I am tired of being the one who always takes the cats in to have their genitals tinkered with and then they hate me for a week. Now Lemon’s balls will be on Ed’s head (hopefully not literally, although I’ve been teabagged by Hobbs more times than I can count) and I will reap the kitten love!
Ed will need the car to take Lemon to and from the vet, so I’ve had to bump up my much-loathed trip to Richmond to today instead of tomorrow. I’ve had a nice two month break from the warehouse, but Project: Donut is starting up again so I need to make sure the filthy warehouse is ready to send out our filthy routers. I am thrilled about it. No, really. Look at the joy in my cold dead eyes.
It’s going to be a good week, though. I’m really looking forward to the 31st, when there will be both a party with debauchery AND Friendmas, which is usually even better than Realmas. The gang gets home tomorrow or Wednesday, I have a 4.5 day weekend coming up, and things are just super. Stuff is good, and that’s just the way I like it.