Just Call Me Chandler Bing

I'm not sure what it says about my cat ...

... that sometimes she just lays next to her food bowl.  Is she really that lazy that she can't even sit when she eats like any other normal cat?

Or is the phrase "normal cat" an oxymoron?

Onto my day ...

I walked into work bound and determined to have a better day than yesterday.  Two of my coworkers and I decided that in order to make the day a better one we needed to start with large cups of coffee and good attitudes.

It worked!  I fought with a printer and I won.  I redid my blog header (and added and new About Me page - check it out!) and I think I love it.  I successfully showed my mom how to put a signature into her e-mails in Entourage from 1,000 miles away.  I went to the grocery store during rush hour (this may not seem like a big deal but I loathe the grocery store during rush hour).  I ran 2.59 miles in 27:29, averaging a 10:35 pace.

I made sweet potato fries (super easy - recipe to come!).

I paired the sweet potato fries with BLLT (that's a BLT with extra lettuce).  Yum.

And then I sent 32 ounces of gatorade flying across my kitchen.

Okay, perhaps the gatorade thing wasn't one of my finer moments.  I don't know what is wrong with me!  Sometimes when I get back from a run it seems like I can't hold on to anything.  When I was over at Tim and Elisabeth's taking pictures of Ephrem the other night I sent my camera flying across the nursery - and then promptly came home and threw a jar of spaghetti sauce across the kitchen.

I feel like Chandler in that episode of Friends where Monica won't let him throw the ball around with the friends because "He's a dropper".



Does anybody else have that issue after a run?  Apparently nothing is safe.

I'm off to watch the rest of The Office (did anyone else get a kick out of the opening song?) and try to go to sleep early.  We'll see how well I do ...

Goodnight!