The reason I'm so tired...not to mention in love

Brutus.

So. Dang. Cute.

So dang cute that:

I spent most of my free time this weekend either on the floor or letting him chase me around the house.

I was compelled, for the first time in my life and in spite of everything I ever thought I believed, to allow an animal other than my husband to lick me on the mouth.

I didn't even mind when he peed a little on the carpet...

...or the fact that he woke us up every two hours his first night at home...

...or the nonstop howlfest that took place between 11:30 and 3:30 this morning.

For a more accurate reading, please ask me a few more sleepless nights from now how cute he is.

Your Mailbox is Over its Size Limit

So about once a month, I get this message from my mail server at work. As soon as I see the little exclamation point in the upper right hand corner, my physical response is immediate: sweaty palms, pounding heart, eyebrows pulled up and together and a generally immobilizing sense of panic that if I don't delete every last email in my inbox, I may be responsible for the downfall of the entire organization, or worse, I might get IN TROUBLE!!!

My beloved coworker left us last week, and during her last few days she was going through all her emails to make sure she had taken care of everything. A few of the messages dated back to 2008, so I asked her how on earth she still had emails from last year without getting the dreaded warning of the apocalypse, and this was her response:

"Oh yeah I get that every morning. I always just ignore it."

DOUBLE YOU TEE EFF???

HOW DID I NOT KNOW THAT WAS AN OPTION?

The moral of this story: I am a total

sucker - (n) 1. One who totally sucks at life. 2. Also see Emily Gray.