A day in words
Sherlock rendered me speechless for two days. Literally. I didn't comment on the last two for obvious reasons, but this one... I just didn't know how to express myself. Other then with a high pitched squeak.
Moffucked. Again. And again.
I was a bit surprised when I got a call from Mary this morning. I always thought I was the last person she'd call. Looks like I was replaced by Sherlock.
Well apparently all she wanted from me was my car. And me driving it. So of we go to get what I thought was a normal cat from the vets. What Mary finally came out with was some kind of hellspawn wrapped in fur and claws (also a cone and plaster). I am convinced it tried to rip me to shreds with its gaze.
Although I'd hate the world too, if I had to wear a cone like that.
At least I got to make the aquintance of the cutest of ferrets while I waited. She repeatedly tried to steal gummy drops from my pocket.
We left the little devil at Mary's and continued to the pet store. Apparently, Mary is going to keep him. And feed him like he's a little king.
I now own a jingling car.
W wasn't happy about me coming in late after that. There is nothing to do but paperwork, you prick. Who made you my boss anyway?
In other news: I discovered Dexter. I may be in love. Again.