Cat Attack

It's not my fault that I didn't get to exercise before the kids came home from school yesterday.

No, seriously.

I was on the couch playing Scramble doing all kinds of really important work on my cell phone when this happened:

Yes, the Evil Orange Forces descended upon me, bringing the full measure of their narcoleptic powers to bear and...um...well...I woke up an hour later with drool on my face.  (The drool was a nice touch, huh?  Evil, evil Orange Forces!)

(Stop me if you've heard this (yawn) but I'm dieting and trying to exercise. (Again. Still. Endlessly.) I'm not very excited about it but I'm doing it.  I'm not going to clog up my nice, clean-mouthed little blog with my rantings about the unfairness of being Metabolically Challenged so I am blogging about it on the Getting Healthy Blog.  I'll probably be blogging about it in excruciating detail over there, what with it being all I can think about at the moment.  Feel free to join me over there if you, too, have a terrible attitude and want to send hate mail to the diet industry.)