My poor, poor Jill. She has had a rough last couple of days. First she got stuck hanging out with me Saturday night. Oh the torture. All the drinking and laughing and trying to find Jessie a guy even though she didn't want one. Then yesterday she had to listen to me whine repeatedly about my pounding head and queasy stomach although she felt fine.
If all that wasn't torture enough she fell off her bike this morning and broke herself, okay not herself, just her wrist. Poor, poor little Kitty Cat. Meow.
In other news, who am I kidding? There is no other news. Things are fairly lame around here right now which is a really good thing. I can totally handle lame. Its supposed to be 60 here today and I fully plan to go outside and enjoy the day. I thought about a bike ride but I will take a lesson from Cat and just leave it hanging in the garage where all good instruments of exercise belong.