The past three mornings, we've (Mr.C., the babe and I) have been awakened by our retarded cat (one of them). She has decided that it is clever to scratch the glass on the window at 4ish in the morning. Under non-babe circumstances, I would have cursed loudly at her, thrown the nearest thing wihtin grabbing range, and Mr. C and I would have just rolled over and gone back to sleep. But the babe...sigh... seems to think this is the morning reveille. And he will not go back to sleep. What started out as an annoyance has quickly become something completely dysfunctional to the point that I was a complete and total crank today. I would have paid someone to send me to an Exile Island (wimpy Survivor chick). We are going to have to lock the cats in the basement at night now.

The Annoying One

The plump and prissy one.

The over-tired victim (one of them)

I was unfit to slog my way through the day at home all day with the two boys so we went to the mall, my older son got a haircut and we bought nice paper and pencils (my son and I share this fascination with nice stationary supplies).

So rather than ask you how many jelly beans you think there are in the "Bulk Barn" bag, I'll ask you this; how many should I eat to increase my sugar levels to a sufficient level to get through the rest of the day?

Tomorrow I am off to a work- luncheon meeting with one of the strangest people I know...