(Actually, this is a scheduled post, so we're already there. Or, I've already died from the stress, trauma, and anxiety. In which case, this is a message from the grave. You can have my cats.)
I'll just take this opportunity to say that I do not understand the minds of parents who willingly go on vacation with young children. It is an oxymoron, people.
I'll be back next week. Most likely, a changed (read, FRAGILE) woman.
In the meantime, you can wager along with me on how long cats can stay alive with one bowl of food and water. My guess is just long enough to keep on annoying the shit out of