I haven't been exercising consistently, when I do it's nothing to write home about. I've been eating like crap. I've been breaking out like I'm 15 again. Those things might be connected. I'm living in a basement with 3 cats, a million boxes and no sunlight. I miss having my own space to watch Miss Fisher's, or my own kitchen to dirty and clean how I please. I miss the bathroom being right there. I miss taking a bath every night. I miss knowing where anything is. I miss not smelling or hearing my cats use the litter.
We got that house I mentioned earlier in the month. Well, our offer was accepted and we are doing the whole back and forth with the repair requests (nothing big or anything to make us run screaming) and appraisal and all that fun jazz. Trying not to get my hopes up too much because you know, shit happens, but hopefully we will be in a house again soon, and it will be this house.
Louisville does a parade for St Patrick's day - as I imagine most cities do - but ours has a special place in my heart because 5 years ago, I said to KC 'hey, you remember how you broke up with me? That was stupid, we should get married and get 3 cats' and he said okay*.
So we try and attend the parade each year so we can say yay, go us for getting back together. And drink. Of course.
*story embellished a little/changed completely.
Lastly and clearly most importantly, I bought a $3 toy off amazon and Millie has been seen playing with it, multiple times. Millie does not play with toys. So if you have cats, you should get this toy.
I do not like when people say offline instead of online. As in, I bought this offline. I also hate when people call any pasta spaghetti. KC will be like 'spaghetti tonight' and I get home and he's cooking penne. Not spaghetti, bro. He only made that mistake once (or really, 10 times, he thinks I'm being ridiculous).
Spaghetti is my favourite kind of pasta. His is rotini. Yours?