Tuesday, November 10, 2015

When the day starts like Monday even though it's a Tuesday

Going off my anxiety medicine makes me feel like this:

I might eat my young...
... because she turned into a baby pterodactyl when I peeled her clementine wrong this morning.
This was just moments after a certain Tater balanced a bowl of cereal unsuccessfully on the edge of a box (that shouldn't even be in the kitchen) -- which consequently fell over into my recent shipping of Juice Plus chewables-- just so he could ask for a pumpkin spice marshmallow.

So glad I had the sense to make a shake before it all started.
Or the world may have ended.

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