Farmers Markets Rock.

Today I took the day off of work so I could bring Mei Mei (my kitten) to the vet. She's getting her shots, as well as being spayed and having her front claws taken out. I felt cruel. First, I had to take their food away last night. Hubby said that he caught both of them in the shower at 3:00 A.M. licking the floor. Crazy kitties. Second, she cried the whole ride there in her lil' box. Third, I can pick her up anytime tomorrow, but I can't REALLY, because I have to work until 3:30. So she'll have to sit there all day. Oh well, I guess. Maybe she'll make some friends (yeah right... she's a bully).

I also drove my mom to class because Agatha has finally croaked. Agatha was her 1992 Olds Ciara. That thing had close to 300,000 miles on it - but now the bottom is going to fall out if she goes over another bump.

RIP, Agatha.

Afterwards, I went to the Farmer's Market. OH MY GOSH! I wanted to spend a fortune. Instead, I spent $9. I got everything local - a huge tomato, strawberries, asparagus, and snap peas. I plan on using the veggies tonight!

Scale says: 206.5. I'm on my way back down!

I don't much feel like blogging today. I wanna MOVE! I'm going to do some cleaning, maybe a little dancing around the apartment. I'll leave you with this story:

One day, Amy Jo was feeling antsy. She decided to put the feeling to good use, and dance her jitters away. She pulled down the shades and blared her new Abba CD, flailing around wildly. She did random squats, with a little wiggle in her butt. She flopped her arms around with a can of soup in each hand. The weight counts, right? With wild abandon, she sang at the top of her lungs and threw her arms up in the air as the song hit it's crescendo.

Then she felt something odd; almost as if she was being watched. Glancing at the front door, she spied a woman peaking through a gap in the shade. Amy Jo's mouth dropped open and she stood, frozen in mortification. The woman knocked weakly and stared at the ground.

Putting down her cans of soup and pausing the music, Amanda gathered her dignity and opened the door.

"May I help you, Ma'am?" She asked. The woman wouldn't raise her eyes from the ground.

"I represent the U.S. Census, Ma'am. Do you have a moment to complete our questionnaire?"

Amy Jo opened her mouth, but no words came out. She thought for a moment, then replied.

"Actually, I was in the middle of something."

The census woman lost control and burst out laughing.