but what shall I call you little one?

It seems everytime I fly home from NY I catch a little bit of death. Sinus Infection PLUS Bronchitis = super fucking gross, I just want to die kind of sick. Thankfully yesterday I called into my Dr's office and she phoned in a prescription for me. I'm not sure what the hell is wrong with my body and why it feels the need to get sick like this but whatever, it has prompted me to quit smoking.

This weekend I'm bringing home my beautiful new addition to my tiny little family. it's the most precious black and white kitten ever! I've already got everything it will need except for a potty box which I plan on picking up while I'm down with my parents. I'm so excited. I haven't had my own pet in a while and even though I live with a dog face and a cat gut already they aren't mine. The dog is cute but can be a little wild and the cat, well yeah she's a bitch and is only nice when she wants to take a nap on you and then the dog comes and that cat sticks all of her claws into your soft supple flesh tearing you to shreds because she can't stand that dog. My kitten is already okay with dogs since she's grown up in my parents house where they have 4 big dogs. This dog won't phase her except that the dog does sort of hound smaller animals but it's okay because she's going to be sticking to my room mainly until she's bigger. I'm excited. I miss having my own kitty!

blah blah blah I'm killing time. I get to drive up to Petaluma at 10:30 to deliver some 401(k) enrollment booklets to some clients today. I love driving and well it'll shave off about 2 hours of office time for me. I was supposed to go at 9am but Josh the only other person in the office this morning was late coming in and then told me that he had to be at some meeting at 10:30 this morning which he usually doesn't go to until 11:15/11:30 and then he takes off to do some "personal business" Now if our boss Ann was in the office today you better believe none of this would fly. He's an ass. This means while I'm gone and he's gone no one will be here to cover the phones so I'm going to have to change the voice mail message and hope to dear god that she does not call! If she does I'll just have to rat him out as being the retarded jerk that he is. No skin off my back.