Facebook is screwing with me again. Now, it won't let me react to any posts, including my own. This is the image I screen-captured:
Finn's walking around the house meowing like he's lost. Silly cat. Kira used to do that from time to time, and I never did figure out why. Oh, the mysteries of the feline brain.
And Hubs just informed me that Finn had jumped up on the bookshelf to get beside the TV and was sitting there like the RCA dog while Sawyer watched from down below. When I went to investigate, they both ran to the treat cupboard like they hadn't just committed an act of pre-vandalism. I swear... those boys... bang zoom, to the moon.
I had someone comment on a marketing post for AD this morning, giving me a cover critique like I'd asked for his help. As if I didn't know what that cover looks like. I gave the guy what his opinion was worth and blocked him. If that's a new method to get me to engage so that he can spam me, he's sadly mistaken. A friend of mine calls that sending them to Blockistan. Heh.
Have you ever been with a guy/girl who critiques everything you do so you'll never believe you're worth anything and therefore never leave them? I have. It's a dick move. Classic mental abuse. Don't buy it. Ever.
So, Monday, it was cold, so Hubs and I went into the woods and worked at clearing out the wet-weather creek so it isn't all junky looking. Afterwards, we both paid for it. And I learned something - you never know when you're overdoing it until after you've overdone it.
And on that note, I'll leave you to get on with your day. Make it a good one.
*I meant to spell it that way. It's what I call this 😡**.
** Blogger call this 😡 'pouting face', which is just stupid. It's angwy face.
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