GRRRRRRRRRR

Somedays just aren't fun. Kunf Fu Hamster is going to kick some rear for me. He promised.

Work is actually bothering me for once, which is fairly unusual since I stopped traveling. My BFF is headed to Iraq in 3 days and I won't see her for a year. Not that we have ever lived in the same places and have gone longer without seeing each other, but it still sucks. I've been such a wreck lately, a total emotional roller coaster. Luckily, Terry just seems to roll with it. He find me, in tears in the living room. He asks what is wrong? I tearfully inform him that I'm tired of being the only person that cares about everything and that I hate the living room. Not that this makes ANY sense at all, but Terry (bless him) simply gets out a tape measure and starts measuring and comes up with a new living room arrangement. Not even a week later, I start getting upset again, and now the kitchen has been re-arranged. How do you re-arrange a kitchen, you ask? Well, I will tell you. First you have to have a house that is tiny by even Chinese standards. Then you have to have a ginormous refridgerator that just LOOMS wherever it desires because this house was not designed back in 1928 to house a fridge. Then, you have to have a useless 65 gallon fish tank that takes an entire day to move and it's always in my way when I want to make my house more efficient. Then you have to want a breakfast nook, but the fish tank prevents this. Then you have to cry, your fiance then helps move the fridge to another available electrical outlet, then you have to still be upset (but not showing it) that the fish tank is STILL there. Oh, and then add grease all over the floor from when your fiance decided to fry mushrooms like an Iron Chef. There was oil splattering everywhere, he was flipping mushrooms in the air, occasionally there were some impressive flames. The result? Very tasty, tender mushrooms with dinner and oil covering my stove, wall, and half my kitchen floor. And, that my friends, is how you re-arrange a kitchen that was never meant to house a refridgerator and a fish tank. Or an Iron Chef.

Oh yes, and my favorite plant died.

In loving memory of my rosemary tree........a moment of silence..........(insert cheesy music here)

SPRING MUST COME SOON!! FOR MY SANITY!!!