marvel

Hmmm.... I suppose soup is not an interesting topic. It's windy outside, and cold. I'm bored, but unmotivated. There isn't much to do but clean anyway. I had crackers, chicken & peanut butter cups for lunch. I haven't had any fruit today, or veggies... I feel so... so.... so... American. I read somewhere that a North American toddler's favourite vegetable is the French Fry. Sad. I need to get to the gym. Saturday. I'll go Saturday. I had tea this morning with a friend who knows I knew about her s.o's affair. I didn't tell her that I knew way back, because it wasn't my business, and I didn't want to make things worse.... I don't feel like a good friend, and now things are awkward between us. Plus, she's always asking for new dirt. Another friend split on their s.o and took everything in the house... it was kind of like that Kraft Easy Mac commercial, where the guy is left with his dog and he makes the KD in the dog's dish, remember? Yah, it was kinda like that, only with a cat. And no microwave. I'd like to be all warm and toasty in bed right now, sans dogs. I love them dearly, but they're all licky and fidgety. I'd love to nap and nap and nap all day, and watch Star Wars. And eat soup. I think the weather is bringing me down a tad. Maybe I'll go for a nice long walk with the dogs today... yah... that'll make me feel loads better. No, really, it will. Thanks for listening to me gripe.

A dorky pic of me and R-Dog: