Promising, but not quite.

I did pretty okay, until the super-sleepy-tireds hit again about 4am.

Hopefully tomorrow if I can get more sleep (please, please) I can make it through an entire night without wanting to put my head down on the desk.

I do know better than to do that, of course.

Also, note to body: Enough already with the changing shoe sizes. You've lost weight and everything else* fits fine, it's not necessary to go up a half size in shoes.

*with the exception of the jeans that are being washed and put back in the closet with a note that says "don't even try these on again until you're under 200"

2 months, 3 days...

best get knitting if you want this on your tree!

cat burglar?

So, Mr. Stripey Cat has a bad habit of carrying off whole rolls of toilet paper in his mouth. In order to foil this, we put a box in the bathroom for the storing of toilet paper, on the counter.

This morning, he got on the counter, stood on the box, and removed one of the brackets holding the top of the mirror in place. We're talking about something 6' up here, the top of the mirror is level with the top of my head.

He did this WITH HIS MOUTH.

I'm starting to think I should password the computer and lock the tool drawer.

( okay, he's looking innocent, but he was standing up just a minute ago )

You can see the replaced clip at the top of the mirror.