For whatever reason, I feel like writing about my absolutely boring, Saturday.
I got up. (Cats wanted to be fed)
I checked my e-mail. (Checked Blog.)
Made coffee. Wrote boring Blog entry. (Bitched about work)
Talked on the phone. (Talk, talk, talk.)
Went to The Bay and bought Greg's B-day present (with leftover wedding gift certificates.)
Cleaned Condo. (Laughed with my mom because I realized that it is cheaper to clean the apartment and get drunk on a bottle of wine, than it is to hire a cleaning lady.)
Made dinner (and shared it with Mao)

It's been a while since I've had a Saturday to myself.

I miss my hubby. (He's involved with the Nickleback tour this W/E)
Am I pathetic, or what?