Oh, and yesterday reached a new level of disgusting. After going to the bathroom, I stood up and saw a big squished moth on the toilet seat. I stood there in horror for a moment, comprehending what had happened. Not only was I grossed out beyond belief, I felt bad for squishing the poor moth. And the last thing it ever saw was my bare ass accelerating towards it. Ewww. Speaking of gross things, one of my cats (probably Moccasin) left me a present on the doormat in the garage. I came home from grocery shopping to find a neatly-decapitated mouse lying on the mat (with its head next to it) and Moccasin poking his head out of the cat door, looking at me. I looked at the mouse and looked at him, then said in a tone rich with sarcasm, "Wow. A decapitated mouse. Thanks, Moccasin." He came out and stood next to the mouse with a look on his face. I'm sure he wanted to say, "I got you a present, Mommy! Aren't you proud of me?" Heh, my cats are amusing. But at least I didn't step on it. My dad has stepped on dead mice twice. Once in his socks, once in his bare feet. Once he stepped on it when Belle was in the middle of eating it, and she looked at him as if to say, "Why did you just step on my breakfast?" Heh.
And for the first time in probably over a decade, I'm wearing pink underwear. Yes, you needed to know that. It came in this pack of undies I bought a few days ago, and I haven't had pink undies in years because I really hate the color. But it came in the package, and I figured I'd take a walk on the wild side and wear them. It feels... kind of wrong. But oh well.
Ooh, cool. I get to fight with Evil Thom, Welsh Tom, and my flirtatious and well-endowed alter-ego. Heh.
Once again with the adventuring-with-alter-egos. And we all know your secret, Julie! Bwahahahahahahaaaaaa!