Zedd ate my pepper jack Cheez-its

the little brat. I'm convinced he is not a cat at all, with his loved of baked goods and crackers and all that but since Belly wants things a normal feline would (like, turkey off of your sandwich) Zedd has expanded his tastes. Still, jalapeno-laced crackers?

And now while my brain feels like it is exploding and leaking out of my ears do to this awesome house-buying project (you have funding! No you don't. Yes you do, just with this other company! No you don't. Yes you do, we just want more money. And your kidney. And your promise to kill someone of our choosing should the time come. Just kidding, you can finance here instead but we'll make you wait another month and so on) I figured it's time to be all thankful and pull myself out of this sourpuss funk:

My doctor is awesome
We're able to even attempt to buy a house in the current economic climate
My husband is amazing
Even when my joints hurt, my cats come to love on me (probably because my joints are nice and warm :D )
The internet helps keep me connected to my friends
And it's pumpkin spice latte season. Hell yes.