First, some background- I'm a huge believer in karma. So when good things happen to me, like finding a $17 Starbucks gift card in the Harris Teeter parking lot, I assume it's because I'm so humbly devoting myself to the betterment of America's public education system (go ahead, laugh).
I had a terrible day today. Complete with desk kicking, fake plastic coin throwing, pouting, and "private part" issue. Normally, the whole private part thing would get a little chuckle out of me (as long as it wasn't an actually serious thing). It just seems kind of funny- calling things your private parts. To be clear, they should be called genitalia because I have some parts that I consider to be private but do not necessarily fall into the sexual reproduction, like my bellybutton. That's besides the point.
Anyway, when I got home, I figured out why my day was so bad. The cat climbed in the fridge when I was making breakfast at the ungodly hour I make breakfast and I shut her in. Whoops. Half an hour later my other roommate found her. She ate all my bacon, but I guess I don't really blame her.
Worst cat owner ever? Right here.
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