Ain’t it the truth.
Summer decided to drop by for a bit; our highs were in the 80s today and don’t even get me started on the humidity. It’s freaking suffocating out there. Supposedly, we have a couple of more days of this, then things bottom out and hit the fifties. Gotta love fall.
My schedule changed for next week; instead of twenty-five hours, I’m getting thirty-two. The week after? I have thirty-seven. As I’ve been saying: I work hard so my cat can have a better life. #CatMomAF
Speaking of Lulu: we seem to be working towards lap cat status. Tonight, as I was sitting down, she put her paw on my leg. I picked her up and held her. She hopped out of my arms, then a few minutes later, climbed into my arms and laid down, purring loudly. I cuddled her, kissed her, told her that she was a good girl, then cried for about ten minutes afterward. I’m not kidding.
Tomorrow night, the Brewers take on the Washington Nationals in the NL Wildcard game. Am I nervous? You better frigging believe it. #ThisIsMyCrew
