A Day In The Life Of A Cat

What A Week...

...and it's only Wednesday.

I love the rain....I really do, but I hate when it floods my patio....and that's what happened last night. I was very late to work this morning because of it and it took me 20 minutes to find a parking space once I got here. Sucked.

Then, last night I had a terrible dream. I was at work with Greg and we were at the dorms....I have no idea why we were there. Suddenly terrorists disguised as students start tossing hand grenades the size of grapefruits at us. I was pleading for Greg to come with me....to run, but he wanted to help this guy who was stuck....he would not come with me. Man, I was crying and trying to pull him away because I was so scared he would die trying to save this person.

I woke up. I don't know what ended up happening and I'm sort of glad....it wasn't going to end well.

So I laid there and thought about this for a while. What kind of person am I if I want to run and save myself and my husband and leave some helpless dude behind? Not born a heroine I guess. I just realized that nothing means more to me than Greg. I do not want to endure this world without him.

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Only 61 days till Christmas. Yup, 61. Get shoppin' people!

How the Grinch Stole Christmas is back at the Old Globe. Hold onto your seats or ticket prices:

Kids: $100
Adult: $150

Yikes.