Finding Joy in Snarkville

My Dear Friends,

I sit before you this morning, exhusted and potentially at a new low in my own personal growth.  While I could completely attribute this to my mere 2 hours of sleep and lack of shower and coffee thus far, you have come to know me well enough that I will not.  Instead I will take this time to continue my efforts to make you feel better about yourselves in comparison.

However, as I have only had 2 hours of sleep — I shall do it in bullet form.

• Why might you ask did I only had 2 hours of sleep last night?  Well, it seems in my various stalking googling yesterday, I found the website of my middle-school and high school best friend.  Now here’s the rub, there were something like 4,000 photos on it — without a single caption!  The only way I could sort out what happened in her life in the past 2 years is from the album titles.  From this, I’ve gleened that she got married, built a house (a year later finished the basement), hosted a few family holidays, and got pregnant.  Since there isn’t a SINGLE photo of the baby, I’m going to assume she’s too tired to post one (there is a photo of her 40 week pregnant self).  Now, why this is important that while there were witty captions with which to allow me to ‘catch’ all proper-like, I felt COMPELLED to look at every single photo.  Any idea how long it takes to go through 4,000 photos?  Too long — to know so little.  (I should note that I also learned she has hardly changed since high school, except her weight — however, her mother?  here mother hasn’t changed ONE single spec.)
• I am an evil kitty owner.  In an effort to make my eldest healthier, I am in the week long puke fest called “changing his food.”  Without fail, whenever we change his food, he will puke for a week straight.  After this point, we deal with only a minor amount of puking.  However, should you come to visit, I’d advise rubber shoes.  (yes, ick and I’m cleaning as fast as I can.)  So, while I was up stalking last night, I chased my cat around with a trash can in hopes of teaching him aim.  He re-paid me by running into our room and puking on Prince’s feet (well, the blanket above his feet).
• Do want to know what is worse than stepping in cat puke at 3:45am REPEATED.  Putting you hand out to find the footboard at 4am when you are FINALLY going to bed only to put your hand IN cat puke.  (can we just not talk about the fact Prince found the puke this morning?)  I’m beginning to think that the cat has a binging/purging eating disorder.  We are talking about therapy.
• Is it possible to be too tired for coffee?  What’s horrible is that it is made, it is just in the kitchen and with only 2 hours of sleep I may not make it into the kitchen to get some.  And breakfast may be optional.

Too bad a nap is not in my plan for today — I SO need one.

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