I'm having a bit of an off day today.
I drove home from Derek's this morning so I could get ready for work. I'm still half asleep when I walk in the door but the cats want their wet food NOW. Right MEOW! I give them wet food in the morning and at night because it supposedly will fill Bosco up so he'll eat less crunchies and be less fat. This is not working. Instead it just makes both of them kitty demons screaming for food.
So I walk in the door and go to the fridge only to realize I have no wet food left. This is awesome. I throw my flip flops on and run across the street to the convenience store to pay a fortune for one can of cat food. I wonder how old it is but then I remember it's cat food in a can and if I come back empty handed the cats will revolt.
Get back home. Cats fed. Hop in shower. While in my towel recently showered I hear the sound of two cats fighting. My cats. I run out of the bathroom and break it up and tell them to "cut it out" because of course cats understand English. I also call Bosco a shit head because he most likely started it.
I get on the T to go to work. A Russian guy stands in front of my with a scare on his face. The cats have hired a hit man.
All I wanted was a blueberry bagel but when I go to Au Bon Pain they didn't have any. I had to get cinnamon raisin. These are real problems.
I think this all started with the not so good food at trivia last night. Worst nachos ever. We also didn't win but we did have Todd, Meg and Eric join us. Oh and I got a bonus question right winning $5 dollars towards our next visit. Apparently I know Michael Jackson's middle name (Joseph)? I can't wait to use that $5 coupon on crappy nachos.