I have a beautiful patchouli soap that Rob gave me for Christmas last year, and over the past week, Maggie won't stop licking it.
Another Maggie related problem lies with the lovely bookmark that Alicia gave me this year. It's the kind that's a string with a wooden ball at one end and an adorable wooden cat at the other. There's already been one minor cat casualty. Of the wooden variety.
Tonight, I was standing in the kitchen, cooking some pasta for lunch the next day. I started thinking about how my sister was trying to take a stray pitbull to my parents' house. Before I knew it, I'd eaten half of the pasta.
Apparently, whether or not honey is considered vegan is a raging debate.
My conversation attention span is getting alarmingly small. Thank God for text messages.
