I only smile in the dark.

It's cold and raining and I'm as happy as Garbage on a complicated day. Not that I'm in a crappy relationship or that I'm monumentally depressed ~ I'm really just happy when it rains. It's a great excuse to curl up with a book and a kitty, or a cup of tea and a kitty, or a Battlestar Gallactica marathon and a kitty, or a bowl of soup and a kitty, or a Food Network marathon and a kitty...

Actually, when all is said and done it really just works out for the kitty. But in the end, it's all about her anyway so what difference does it make?

Not that SHE CARES, of course, as long as couch and lap are involved...