This morning I realized my silver Kenneth Cole purse had fallen off the kitchen table, onto the floor, not far from the cat box. I picked it up and discovered that little asshole peed on my purse! Heartbroken, I dropped it in the garbage and turned to leave. But the garbage lid kept popping back up - it was mocking me! I finally closed it and put something on top of it to keep it that way. What a rotten way to start my day.
Today is my first day back at work after being on vacation for just over a week. Not at all surprisingly, I had a dream last night that I was going to prison. Don't exactly need old Sigmund to figure this one out, eh? Sad, because I really do like my job. I just had so much fun last week that I didn't want it to end. Well, that, and having talked to my BFF about all things jail in the past few days. I suppose that could have colored my dream, too. I should really give up the dream interpretations.
Golden Boy will be TEN years old on Friday. TEN. Where does the time go??
In two weeks we'll be celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary. (suspicious timing there, huh?) Amazing. We're going to spend the night at the resort where we had our renewal of vows - which is pretty cool. I'm definitely looking forward to it. And my aforementioned BFF even offered to watch the kids for us - which makes a damn nice anniversary gift!