I am aggravated this morning. I had big plans of sleeping in today but the sunshine and the cats chose otherwise. I attempted to fall asleep again for about a half an hour even though I was well aware it wasn't going to happen. The boy began to snore, the cats continued to jump on me and the hammering began two floors below. So I got up.

As I went into the kitchen to start my coffee I knocked over the sugar bowl all over the counter top. Meanwhile the cats are now circling my feet and yelling at me. When I say yelling, I mean it, they flat out yell. Spoiled little brats I guess. So I saved as much of the sugar as I could and threw the rest in the garbage. I decided the cats had to wait for me this morning and chose the bathroom before I fed them. There was no toilet paper. Not a square to spare. When will boys remember to leave a couple squares behind for the lady folk in the house? Never. Lady folk? Anyhow.

Everything went fairly smoothly from that point on except I was boiling over with aggravation so I probably closed the cabinet a little harder than I should have and I probably slammed the cat food down a little louder than was necessary. Now I'm just trying to relax and not think about the fact that in order to pee Im gonna have to get up, get dressed, shower even, go to the store and buy t.p. before I can even think about it. Thanks boys.

Good freakin morning.