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Saturday, August 25, 2012

Waking up...

This morning, I woke up to the cat in the cat box scratching the cat litter around to cover up his "cat poop."  I rolled over and said to Jim, "There's the "cat sh*t alarm, and right on time" since I wanted to get up at 6 am.  Then I said, "why does he have to do that for so long?"  My brilliant husband replied, "that's like you and me flushing the toilet until everything is down."  Makes sense to me.  What doesn't make sense is the fact that I am discussing cat excrement in my bed first thing in the morning...

Looks like it's gonna be a great day!

We'll tawk later, I'm sure.
I love you all,
Terry

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