You Know You are Cluckity-Cluck Cluck When It's Easy for You To Buy a Novelty Toy (Because Why Not) But Are Skeptical of Real Adult Purchases

They know how to get me. Potty humor. Last month I saw an add for games to play on the loo and knowing one friend is entering potty-training phases, and the other is forever 15 like me, I had to make the purchase. They arrived in the mail and will slowly be delivered. Who wouldn't want to go fishing while sitting still for so long?

It is Friday. TGIF, it is. And I have a zillion and one errands to run in preparation of the afternoon and with thoughts ahead to the anarchy that is next week. My lack of planning cannot constitute my emergency, so I'm heading around southern Connecticut today in preparation, and onto campus to get things going. 

Karal got two walks yesterday...one early, one later...only because I knew the day was going to be crazy. She also watched me put laundry away, which she thinks is a game. Whatever I grab, she wants to lay on. 

I'm very thankful to our campus's wonderful Margaret McClure for taking me to Mecha yesterday for lunch. Pho is simply healing and the broth is exactly what my soul needed. 

I'm very much looking forward to blue skies and sun this weekend, even if it remains cold, because the gray of January has become old really quick.

I didn't buy myself fishing gear, but am happy to know that two households in southern Connecticut will be able to host bathroom tournaments in the future.