Friday, December 31, 2010

The end of the year...the end of my rope

Between vacation-imposed family togetherness and the two feet of snow that has kept us in the house A LOT this week, I've been feeling kind of desperate.

I knew I had reached my breaking point this evening when I went into the spare bedroom, shut the door, removed the hamster from his cage and started steering her around the room in a small plastic dump truck that had been gifted to Thing 1 when he was three.

One of the cats stared at me in horror as I laughed maniacally.  I didn't care - I'm the one who controls the kibble.

1 comment:

  1. You need to get outside and build a demonic snow woman.