Why is it....

That the more dressed up you are for work...the less dressed you become on your arrival home? I am actually wearing heals to work. Cotton eludes me.

But here at home....shirt with hole in it and fuzzy sweatpants with dirt on them. And doggie breath. I wore the pants yesterday when visiting my dog (who doesn't actually live with me). Just kidding, Cassie is my parents dog. I was visiting them too!!!!

My birdy, Pumpkin, flyed onto my head. She is now almost a sleep on my shoulder. My cockatiels can fly pretty damn good with only one feather!!! Oh...Sweet Pea just landed too. I am now a bird perch.

Now they want my dinner,

My silly mundane life!