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My mom woke me up early today with a panicked voice saying "the garage door is open!! Rocko's gone, I can't find Rocko!!" Of course, despite having been dead asleep just moments early, I jolt out of bed and run out of my room. Only to see Rocko follow her down the hall as she calls his name. He had his head kind of cocked like "wtf do you want? I'm right here!" It was adorable. And it scared the shit out of me. Carmen then took the opportunity to jump in my room and once I calmed down and went back to bed, she cuddled with me, purring like crazy. I love my cats. They're spazzy and adorable and very cuddly when they want to be. And I know I can't take either when I move to San Diego until I get a place of my own. Which makes me sad =(
Bah. But now I'm up. I've decided I'm making Pumpkin CInnamon Rolls so I need stuff for that. Also.. I'm going to get a real Chef's knife today. Not one that currently has a bent tip and can barely slice a tomato. Bed Bath and Beyond, here I come!
Bah. But now I'm up. I've decided I'm making Pumpkin CInnamon Rolls so I need stuff for that. Also.. I'm going to get a real Chef's knife today. Not one that currently has a bent tip and can barely slice a tomato. Bed Bath and Beyond, here I come!