Does this mean I’m a crazy cat lady?
TweetI was in a hurry, late leaving for work as usual.
Picked up my keys, my purse, my backpack, my lunch.
Grabbed my cell phone and coffee mug.
If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m one of those people who hates to make multiple trips. I win if I can carry everything to the car at once–and not drop anything.
Balancing all my stuff against my body, I elbowed my way out of the house , slammed the door with my foot, and used a knuckle to start the garage opener.
With my pinky finger–the only part of my body that was not holding or balancing something–I managed to gain access to my car.
I poured everything into the car seat, triumphant.
That’s when I noticed it. Somewhere along the way, I must have picked up something extra.
My traveling companion
It turned out okay. He was a quiet and well-behaved passenger.
This isn’t the first sign I’m becoming a crazy cat lady, is it?
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You’re already there, sweetie. Deal with it! 🙂
Debra, I suppose you’re right. Particularly since I didn’t just bring a cat toy with me to work, I also took a picture and then blogged about it. So consider me a proud member of the Crazy Cat Lady club!