Messing With Me
I'm sorry if you all couldn't access my site over the weekend, not that you were missing out on anything. I somehow angered Blogger or God or maybe both. Some people believe that you can not anger inanimate objects, but those people have no idea what they are saying. I've angered tables and chairs and computers, lots of computers. This morning I angered my coffee mug, and it retaliated by spewing all over my laptop bag. I had to use brute force to defend myself because if you let objects get the upper hand, they'll walk all over you...looks like I need a new mug though.
Thank you PK for checking up on me. In my "what to do if I die" letter, I do have instructions for my family on how to let my readers (all 2 of you) know that I won't be posting too much anymore. When you anger everything and everyone around you, you have to watch your back and cover all of your bases. My letter also instructs my friends and family to not inform my lab of my demise. I want to see how long it takes them to figure it out on their own. My mentor is going to feel like such an ass after he sends out a thousand angry emails demanding that I reply. Call it my last hoorah if you will...
My dog did not kill himself on Friday, although he did manage to eat the cat's heating pad. I'm pretty sure that he'll live, but potty time is going to be rough.