My son won’t let me have a cat because on some episode of some way inappropriate show I apparently let him watch like 5 years ago, a cat ate her dead owner’s face. Single lady, face gone, cat. That’s his idea of what will happen if I have a cat. Lol.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.