Cat magnet strikes again

I finally had a slow day at work, and I took full advantage of it. I think I officially did maybe five minutes worth of actual work. Not to mention I got in at 9:45, left at 12:45 for therapy and returned at 2:30 (normally I can make it back by 2:15 but there was lots 'o traffic). I still have every intention of bailing at 5:30.

Whoo! I'm bad! Well, actually, I'm passive-aggressive.

I'm heading to Columbia this weekend for Easter. I really love Easter. I think it's my favorite holiday meal of my mom's (ham! macaroni pie! potato salad!). Plus, I love Easter Egg hunts, and now with actual nephews it's less retarded than when my parents hid the eggs for us kids… when we were in our 20s.

In other news, my cat magnetism has struck again. There's a litter of newborn kittens under my woodpile. Oh, yes. I've cursed fate, and now am reconciled to several weeks of trying to get them accustomed to humans so they're adoptable while doing the not-close-enough-to-scare-away-mama dance. For now, I'm leaving them the hell alone (scaring off mama and having to bottle feed is NOT on my agenda).

Sigh.