Spent an hour driving up to Summerville and back to get a cable box for the TV that turned out to be a dud. Now I've got to drive BACK on Thursday and deal with it. And did I mention today's trip involved towing the Goober along?
I feel like the Goober turned two today. She didn't, but she sure as hell acted like it. Every time I turned around she was sticking her hand in my drink. Almost pulled the cat's ear off - "OOOOH! Fuzzy!" (Sekhmet did nothing. Fucker.) Was into SOMETHING the instant I turned my back, all day (not being able to go to the bathroom alone makes me cranky) and finished things off by deliberately throwing her dinner on the floor.
At that point, she got put to bed. An hour and a half early.
Excuse me while I huddle in a corner, knitting, and chanting "There is no internet in prison. There is no internet in prison."