Eeeeeeek! A MOUSE!

Last night, I was working (checking out FB and reading blogs, I mean) on my iMac, and decided to go to bed.  I had my phone charging in the strip beside the computer, and my wallet on the table.

I picked up my wallet, and my phone, to stick in my purse prior to heading to the bedroom.

I picked up my purse, looked down, and there it was.  In my purse.  The mouse, I mean.

Oh, yeah, baby.  I picked up the mouse, instead.

I guess I’m trying to wrap my head around waaaayyy too many things!

Happy trails, y'all!

Identity Crisis

I just found out I've been had.


I've always been told I'm a Libra.  Fair, just, yadda, yadda, yadda.  You know, I can be a bi**h, but I'm a nice bi**h...and lots of times, people never know they've just been slapped up side da head.


Now all sources point to the fact I'm a Virgo. Perfectionist, analytical, yadda, yadda, yadda.  Just a bi**h.  A pretty one, but...


I feel a little schizophrenic, in a balanced by the scales though analytical type of way.  Not that I would be overly critical or emotional or anything.


Do they have medicine for horoscope identity crisis moments?


Guess that's why they call them horrorscopes.  Now MOVE!