But I want my cat to know that I love her. And what better way to say "I love you" than taking her to a strange place that reeks of other animals to have her fecal matter tested and needles stuck in her neck? Yeah, I think she'll feel the love.
I would also like to make social plans I have in mind a reality. But if I can't get those cookies cooled, rolled, baked and frosted, this may not be possible. The cookies are stressing me out because I procrastinated making them, and I'm realizing that I don't have half of the things needed for baking in my house. Also, I've never ever made sugar cookies and frosting by myself in my entire life.
Yeah, brah. I'm legit-ly stressed about cookies.
Maybe I'll just go buy those pre-made sugar cookies that you find in really-difficult-to-open plastic containers at the front of grocery stores. You know, the ones that taste like playdough that I don't think anyone really eats other than my mother and I?
It's the thought that counts, I think. Though I've started to become more and more doubtful of that statement with age.
Will someone remind me to wash my hair and pluck my eyebrows before I fall into bed tonight?