Unnecessary Suffering

I could type out a long, vowel-filled stream of letters to express my anguish, but there's no need.

It's Sunday night and that means I'm scrambling to finish my assignment for last week. I missed an assignment earlier on due to workload and I've been trying to get caught up ever since. So, here I sit, trying to plan a decision-making project for three and four year olds, knowing full well that the choice between grape juice and chocolate milk is usually enough to blow their little minds. Seems such a waste of valuable 'possum-drawing time.


In a completely unrelated observation, there are sure a lot of people who've made their own Wolverine claws and put pictures of them up on the dA.

my toes are such teases

I had forgotten how my cats react to the smell (and taste, it seems) of bleach.

I gave my footsies a little bleach bath to see if that will help my weird toe. A few moments after leaving the bathroom, my Clorox-clean feet were attacked andlicked and loved upon by both cats. Thankfully, I have two feet, one for each cat. However, it was the most ticklish trip from bathroom to bed ever. They're still after my feet through the blankets. And every time it gets too ticklish to stand and I kick them off, I get the most affronted glare. Being a chaperone is never fun.