I love when fear causes me to sleep with my bedroom door locked at night. Fear of lunatics who I assume have hideous plans to cut me as I sleep because they hate me so much they can't even look me in the eye.
On a non-destructive note, Emma and I got a cat! She is a famous cat. There was this cat reality show on Animal Planet and she was one of the cats in the house. Here's the link to her profile:
http://www.meowmixhouse.com/bios.cfm?CatId=22They named her Bambi, but we re-named her Olivia. She is fantastic and so sweet and she likes to sleep under my bed for hours at a time.
Also, I finally started a photobucket. The link is
http://s59.photobucket.com/albums/g316/HurricainFran/Lots of picture, mostly involving alcohol. Fun.
Anyway. Friday, my boss took me out to lunch for my birthday and I, at some point, mentioned the guy I'm dating, and Boss John asked where he works. Now, what I meant to say was "He works at Merrill Lynch." but what I said was "Oh, he works at Meryl Streep." Now my boss thinks I'm an idiot. But I sort of am an idiot, so it's okay.