I still hate my new keyboard. The backspace key is too small and too close to the home key, so I keep hitting the home key by mistake and erasing things I don't want erased. Also the capslock key is too close to the A, so I keep turning that sucker on aND IT ENDS UP LIKE THIS. Derp. I don't hate it enough to buy a new keyboard, though. The miser in me beats the writer in me every time.
I made chicken thigh sandwiches the other night. Cooked the boneless, skinless thighs in the Foreman, then slapped 'em on buns with lettuce, tomato, cheese, and mayo. Yummers.
Kira gets fed at 6am. She thinks she gets fed approximately 1 hour after we wake up, so if we get up early, she begins meowing at us about 30 minutes afterwards in anticipation of being fed. Actually, she begins meowing at us about 30 minutes after we get up, regardless of when we get up... This morning, she did the meowing thing, we did the ignoring thing. We hear her slurping and Hubs thinks she's trying to eat the last of last night's food and feels bad for her. I go into the kitchen and see she isn't, in fact, eating her leftovers but is instead picking tufts of hair out and spitting them on the floor in protest of being ignored. :facepalm:
I pulled a muscle in my back this morning... putting on my fleecy top. Aging sucks.
I only have 119 pages left to edit on this pass through. (It's about 350 pages total.) After bitching like a whiny baby, I hit a stride. Sometimes that happens.
The Olympics start today, I think. I remember seeing something about February 8th. (I'm too lazy to go check right now, so if I'm wrong, oops.) I usually get really jazzed about the Olympics, but I'm kinda meh this time. Maybe it's because athletes in general have irritated me lately. Maybe it's because it's in another meh locale. :shrug:
Okay, as my father used to say, enough of this falderol and ballyhoo. Have an awesome day out there today, folks. Tomorrow, check in at Outside the Box for a blurb reveal. I'm off to have more coffee and plan my next editing attack.