How is everyone doing today? Hopefully well.

I'm going to be starting up a new project soon and I just hope it's easygoing. I just want to chill and write dumb dudes people.

Hey again.

I love Colt and Ruger (the two kittens I mentioned earlier) are getting along swimmingly - they're running around and playing- much better than they were when they were suffering from heat stroke. However, they are literal small children and I'm also a tired Mom who has to sometimes stare at them for a few seconds to tell one from the other cause I'm so tired and they're twins . The only way I can tell them apart is one's fatter than the other- and that gets harder to tell after they eat.

I literally said, 'sh*t, which one do I have?' to my husband halfway asleep and he doesn't even know.

I'm braiding them collars currently but until then I'll forever be confused halfway asleep.

Hi.

Hey y'all been busy.

I should just write a blog about raising these little orange fuzzballs- who A) are adorable orange tabby girls, I don't have too many of those - B ) named after guns cause my husband demands ridiculous names - C) Can't stop crying at 3 IN THE FREAKING MORNING EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE FED -

I forgot how demanding kittens were. It was so much easier when I was able to have a microwave in my room and the crate on the bed cause as soon as they started, I could feed them immediately. I only have one microwave now, so I can't hijack it from the kitchen. In other news, my husband is freaking adorable. His hands /shook/ when he first picked them up cause he was scared he was going to break them and I near cried from cute kittens and cute husband at the same time. Kill me.

Welp, kittens near died of a heat stroke, they're okay but I'm going to get them taken care of. They're just so cute. My husband hand shakes when he picks them up cause he's afraid he's going to break them and it's one of the cutest images. I told him that I wouldn't hot potato our child when I have one and he about went into shock.

I literally was up at three AM to get a drink and then had to play tech support for my awake mother. You know what I did? I turned it off and on again and she threw a pillow at my head.

But then, I heard tiny little scrich-scratching a bit later and it woke me out of a dead sleep cause I was wondering what was coming to get me.

Apparently, it's these two little adorable fluffballs of kittens and their mentally deranged mother who despite not letting me touch her or pet her for over two months, my place is the safest to bring me tiny little orange peach butt-balls. Woman, I am not getting paid for this. Imma going to get my trap once they're old enough and I will wrassle the little tortie brat in a cage and fling her into a vet.

This is the feral cat lady venting episode. Thank you for tuning in.

Coworkers - "Only nerds have fun making spreadsheets."
Me: -fumbles with my 90 spreadsheets- "Yes."

At this point for all the characters I have, the icons I make for myself, bio-metrics, even our house chore chart, I will die in google sheets and no one is going to stop me.

Hi fellow kids.

You saw nothing.

Person: Don't you ever get bored of making so many characters?
Me: -holds my 6 billion characters- No.

My automatic response when people bring me plots they want to play needs to stop being, "Oh I'll make another character for that."