Where does the time go?

I have been reading over facebook statuses and just took a look at the time!!!  Where does it go in the mornings?  It seems to fly by.  Why doesn't it fly by at 4:40 p.m.?  Those 20 minutes always seem to take the longest and they most definitely don't fly by!  LOL  

The same could be said about losing weight.  It seems the first 10 or 20 seem to "fly" off with minimal ease.  It's the next 20 that seem to want to stick to your bones!  I feel my next 20 are holding on for dear life and saying "no, don't take me."  Out, out, damn fat!!!  I know it's me.  I'm not working as hard as before.  Just like the time flying by-- I'm busy in the morning and not paying attention to the clock; whereas at 4:40 I don't really want to start a new project at work and get it going only to stop.  So I'm clock-watching.  Today I might walk around in circles around my work area-- get some exercise in.  I'm hoping that will move the time along and move some of that fat off the b-o-d-y.  I'm spelling it out instead of saying it in case my fat can't spell.  I remember Mom and Dad spelling at the dinner table.  I really should have worked harder at my spelling back then.  And guess what, Hubby and I also pulled the ole spelling tactic around our own dinner table.

Getting totally off topic, at times I really admire folk who do not own pets.  I'm sitting here typing and looking at all the cat fur around the computer monitor and stapler and thinking to myself  "I really should dust around here!"  I also envy those who don't have to pick up dog throw-up right before church or a furball that resembles something else!  Yep, I really want your life.  But then, my pets go and do something so utterly funny.....or....something so utterly lovey, that I just have to thank my lucky stars for my pets.  So for your morning entertainment....

Yeah, come and git me, dog!

Take that!

You asked for it!

And that!

Now that playtime is over....time for a bath.....stay still.....

Kitzilla is in lovey-mode

and Garbage Gut is the recipient of all this love....

clean behind those ears

pinning him to the ground

I think someone got a wet willy!

I bet you remember where you were and what you were doing when you heard about the attack eleven years ago.  Can it be?  Eleven years?  9-11: still remembering.