Free to any home.

Not that it wasn't bad enough that this is the weekend where everything just seemed to go slightly awry (two missed birthday parties, one kid in tears, one car stuck in snow and one furnace that wouldn't fire), the Steelers lost. And, just to plop a tiny cherry on top, the cats decided to eat my baby pomegranate plants, which I had managed to nurse to a spindly toddlerhood. It was like someone had run over the pot with a tiny lawnmower. Fucking cats.

And to top that off, I also missed National Pie Day. When will the irritations end?

I am also developing a twitch in my left eyelid. I blame the cats. Fucking cats.