WHERE THE HECK DID YOU GO? I mean really, it's already Friday? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE? And don't even get me started on the fact that tomorrow is OCTOBER??????????? Holy crap, WHERE HAS THE YEAR GONE?????????????
A very-behind-on-everything Shannon
Dear Felines of the Messenger house,
Let this serve as a warning that you are all on verrrrrrrrrrrrrrry dangerous ground. I'm very glad those of you who had stomach issues are feeling better and that those of you who were injured in cat fights are recovering. But if I have to clean up one more hairball, drag one more of you to the vet, or put hot compresses on any more oozing wounds, I'm trading all of you in for a pet rock.
We've been through a lot together. No really, a LOT. In fact, I think it's safe to say that you were one of the craziest weeks I've experienced in a looooooooooooooooong time. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. And someday I hope to be able to process it all (without sounding like a cheesey Dickens rip-off). But for now I'm simply going to say: Whoa. And maybe root for a calmer ride next week. Preferably with no pus-y cat wounds (and no, that is not a typo. I mean PUS! *gags*)
A totally-grossed-out Shannon
I had big plans to turn in an awesome blogging performance this week. But thanks to some unexpected curveballs, my plans kind of turned out like this:
But I do have some AWESOME contests going on HERE and HERE. And I promise I have some pretty darn amazing things planned for the next couple weeks. So thank you for bearing with me. I will hopefully be back on track next week. Barring anymore un-forseen insanity.