The thirteenth.

I always have at least one awful, bad-mood day a year. And it almost always falls in the month of June (long story). Today was that day. One thing after the other, from the moment I woke up...things were just off-kilter. Fortunately, meowing e-cards professing love from a ceetain silly man who crosses his eyes in pictures for laughs (or was he just drunk?) is always there to raise my spirits...or at least valiantly try.

My night was infinitely better, falling in and out of sleep on the couch and watching Top Chef.

Now I'm in bed at 1130...yes!

Stoked for this weekend away...