I wanted to write about how Frida got all indignant this morning when I threw a perfectly good, holey sock in the garbage.
She followed me to the can and stood there like, "'the hell lady? I could so use that old sock." So I gave it to her and she ran off with it excitedly and played with it until I left for work. She's probably napping with it right now.
But instead I'm swamped with work and I'm worrying about the e-mail I got from Margaret's teacher. Click over here to read more.
Gah! to Tuesday.