lazy, good-fer-nothin'....

I was SO lazy yesterday. I got up, made french toast (or Fronch Toast for Cusack fans) for hubby and I and went back to sleep until...3 p.m. Then I spun wool on the spinning wheel for the rest of my waking hours. I am shocked that I could fall back asleep before midnight. Well, I wanted a restful weekend after the semester was over, and by golly, I got it.

I have a lot to do today. I don't seem to be moving terribly fast though. This could be a problem. I still feel sleepy from yesterday. I keep daydreaming about a small hobby farm someday with a sheep or goat named Strudel. I always thought I'd gravitate toward a big city, but I just love animals and nature too much.

Which reminds me of poop.

Which reminds me of Baxter. Our big white deaf cat was doing his usual "pay-attention-to-me-or-else" stomping across our upper chests while we tried to read the paper in bed when I heard "Uuuuuuuuughhhhh!" Baxter had paused on my hubby's chest with his butt square in his face; however, kitty made it extra interesting for him. He had a big dingleberry dangling from his tushy. And it was about the size of half my pinky finger. "Uuuuuuggghhhhh! YOU have to get it off!" my husband said. So I got some toilet paper and extracted the poo that was stuck in kitty's hair. Hubby said he had quite a funny expression on his face when I pulled it off. Despite his lack of finesse when it comes to the potty, Baxter's puking has dramatically decreased since we put him on Science Diet Sensitive Stomach. The damn stuff costs an arm and a leg, but maybe the savings in toilet paper will offset the expense.

Gah. Back to work. Bleh.