The damn cats woke me up at 4am this morning, not like I probably wouldn’t have gotten up at that time anyway, but I wouldn’t have anything to blame it on then! So - The damn cats! I hate them!

I was about in tears last night whining to MrZ about how tired I was. I think I went on some tirade about how exhausting my life is and how MrZ doesn’t appreciate me and the things I do and, “I’m just so tired.” Luckily, MrZ has learned when I get in those moods that the best thing is not to try to defend himself, but instead to just nod his head and wait for me to pass out. Which I did, about 30 seconds later. SO TIRED.

Of course, MrZ had been helping his brother move into his house all day. So, I’m lucky he didn’t opt for the, “Whatever, woman. Try moving furniture all day then we’ll talk exhausting” response. It’s funny the things you learn about marriage the longer you’re married. Like, Rule #458: Don’t try to use logic when the speaker is having an emotional breakdown.

So - back to the grindstone today. This is probably one of those days I could stand to drink coffee non-stop all day long. And possibly whiskey.

(P.S. - for those of you who missed the announcement, I changed blogging platforms so you’ll need to re-add me to you feedreaders like Bloglines. Sorry!)