Happy New Year?

So many of us agreed that 2007 was pretty much crap. So what does it mean for 2008 when I've been out of bed for 10 minutes and I've already bled twice? Once needing band-aids? The first is understandable. I'm in the wintery climate where things like nose bleeds are part of the territory.

The second was due to my love of cats. Mel's got this little former lab cat. When I say, little, I mean bred to be small so doctors could practice intubations on premature babies. So Ethel's a little on the crazy side. She'll only let you touch her if your laying down with a blanket on your lap. Then she's the most affectionate little squirm ball you'd ever meet.

So I get downstairs and Mel's in the shower, so to take my mind off the fact that I have to pee, I lay on the couch and invite Ethel up for a petting session. Purr purr purr goes the cat until the bedroom door opens. Then I'm used as a launch pad and have an imprint of a cat paw on my thigh. It went through the blanket and my pajamas.

I know that Ed's done the same thing to me, but one wouldn't think this little ball of fluff would do as much damage as Ed's hulking frame.

Anyway, Happy 2008 everybody! And if USC doesn't win the Rose Bowl, I'm gonna cry.