A girl found herself unable to sleep. This is happening more and more. Growing old is hell. The twitch in my eye has finally "left the building" and now I'm starting to wake up at 3 a.m. Most mornings I will think "to heck with that!" and fall back asleep. This morning....no such luck. It is now 6 a.m. I have showered, washed and dried and am about to fold a load of laundry. I have perused my emails, Hubby's emails, Facebook, the web ad nauseum, and have fed the cats, drank a cup of coffee, now drinking a Diet Sprite (have I mentioned I haven't had a dark cola since July 23rd???), looked through a cookbook, decided I'd try something new with my bread machine, and now I'm sitting half dressed (too dark in my bedroom and I don't want to turn on the lights to find a shirt) blogging! What a life!!! What a morning! By the time work hour rolls around, I'll be ready to roll back under the covers. I think I better bring a large cup for my morning work coffee break. If you need me, I'll be the employee asleep on the couch...dreaming of pretzels (that's my new idea for my bread maker). I have great plans at 3 a.m.
I'm looking for a recipe from a friend. It is somewhere on my messy desk. My weekend project is to take back my desk. It has been overrun with papers and magazines and books and pencils (can't find a pen to save my soul but unsharpened pencils are all over the place!). LOL
Did I tell you about the little kitten? No, I don't think I did because I would have surely heard from my mother!!! LOL On Wednesday at Bible study, a member walked in and exclaimed I think I hear a tiny mew. I think a baby kitten is in the church garden. Ever the sucker for baby- anythings, I walked outside with her and sure enough, I teeny tiny kitten was crying in the shrubs. I called for it and that tiny thing wobbled over to me. It was the ugliest thing I ever saw....but no fleas! It's eyes were barely open and when I walked inside with it, Hubby sternly said "NO!" We put it back in the garden hoping that Momma Cat was nearby. I know I will get hate mail and my grandmother is probably rolling around in her grave (she was such an animal lover) but I really cannot bring another animal into our house. The member who heard the kitten in the first place is another animal lover. She was finding a home for it. I remember Career Girl and her baby kitty. She awoke every hour on the hour to feed it and wipe its butt and now that is the meanest, hissiest cat around. The vet told her most bottle fed/ butt wiped kittens turn out rather mean. Well, there you go. A lesson on doing a good deed-- no good deed goes unpunished (to quote Elphaba in Wicked).
I'm getting sleepy and hungry, Grainiacs. This is going to be a looooooong TGIF for this strawberry.
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