WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME

I've been meaning to rake the lawn for like a month now, but it would seem that I just can't be bothered. Soon it will snow and the leaves will be out there until spring. And then I'll still leave them, let the grass grow up through them, and I won't be able to mow because of the leaves on the ground, and I won't be able to rake because of the thick, tall grass.

Tehehe.

MY NUTS

I think yesterday was the first time I yelled at Chris without apologizing afterward. And I shan't. He hit me in the nuts.

He maintains that it was a playful swat at my crotch with no intention of hitting my gonads. I assert that my crotch is exactly where my gonads have been for most of our relationship, and he should know that by now.

We have agreed to disagree.

MORE DIRTY LAUNDRY

Also, I hate it when I sleep too late and The Senator starts biting my toes. It's cute that she's basically saying "I'M HUNGRY AND IF YOU DON'T FEED ME I WILL EAT YOU LOL", but I still don't think that it's necessary or appropriate. AND IT DOESN'T FEEL VERY GOOD.