Doesn't she look like she has an authority problem and an inexplicable attraction to a somewhat incompetent regional manager of a mid-range paper supply company?
As far as I know, she hasn't had a boob job.
She seriously couldn't be cuter, mostly because she likes to climb up my stomach, wrap her head and front paws over my shoulder, and fall asleep. I am a little ashamed to admit how incredibly hard we have fallen for these cats - of all animals, cats. I can't imagine coming home and not finding Hala and Pam curled up asleep in the living room (of course, the white and tan cat has made herself at home on the one black chair we own, and the black cat spends her time on the tan couch. I would not expect anything more).
Joshua is quite smitten with his girls as well.
Because the cats have taken over our lives, I have little else to say about what is going on in my world except that finishing up senior year sucks and I am not doing a good job of it. I have only one job interview scheduled and that is for my dream job, which is apparently the dream job of many, many other people who are also in the application process for this particular unit at this particular hospital. Frustrating. I like to think that I handle stress with grace and charm, which is a fun illusion until suddenly I have an emotional breakdown and become physically ill for at least 48 hours. It's neat. So was calling out of work today (see: currently ill for at least 48 hours), when I've been cancelled off my past two shifts and have literally contributed $200 to our gross income in the last two months. Stressed, sick, not a financial contributor to our marriage. But I have cats.
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