I'm back on the floor again, Internet. It's official: my air mattress is dead. Dead.
She's a gonner. I thought she would be okay after I patched her up the last time (ps I'm not a registered air mattress doctor), but when I spent the night with Sexy Man last night, my evil bastard of a cat poked a hole so big it's un-patchable (ps considering sending my cat to the work house a la Oliver Twist).
I think I'm resigned to it. Isn't that the last stage of grief?
I'll just sleep on the floor for another couple of weeks.
And then I'll find a good chiropractor.
I'm tired today and not firing at full capacity. So I'm phoning it in. Here are my random thoughts in pictures and video:
And don't you forget it.
On the proposed Mosque in lower Manhattan:
Or this planet really.
What I look for in a man:
Because every girl needs a guy who can jump up a building.
What I usually get:
Because let's face it, I'm attracted to nerdy guys who make me laugh.
Combining my two least favorite pastimes into utter genius
I just love the dude's face in attack mode.