"your cat is retarded...and fat"

So I had dinner at my grandparents tonight, and yes, they were awesome as usual and the dinner conversation of various radical religious sects and whether or not my brother is ever going to marry his girlfriend was riveting. I had to break some devastating news to them though, their stray cat (who began life in their home as 'Minnie,' but later became 'Max' when they took him to the vet and discovered he was a boy) is mentally retarded and becoming rapidly overweight. I cannot explain to you the looks that this got me, but I can tell you that Max is totally useless and I am right. As I'm leaving to go meet Anthony, my grandpa gives me some chocolate to give him to "remind him to call" him. I swear my boyfriend and my grandpa are dating behind my back...or in front of my face. They have no shame. Grandpa also put new skids on my great-grandma's walker and seriously, watch out, that woman is a 92-year-old speed racer.

Anyway, after impressing both myself and my boyfriend with my superior navigational and resignation letter writing skills, I came back home to hear my mom tell me half a dozen stories about her day...in third person. As in "So I went to the deli to get my soup and there was this lady and I told her she was cute I knew she wasn't Jewish--she was big, and then I saw this brownie and I was like, 'LT, you need to get that brownie' and I didn't find out until I got to the register that it was $4.50." Unfortunately, LT wasted $4.50 because that brownie tasted like straight ass. Don't worry, I told her exactly that. And I know that just made mom my sound like a bigot with severe ADD, but trust me she is not a bigot.

Practice this morning was fun, we did half mile cruise intervals after a mile warm up and then strength training. I'm feeling pretty ready for Saturday. Work felt super long, but for once Xena, one of my three-year-olds in the 2:00 class, didn't pee on the pool deck, so that's progress. Wow, I love my job. Almost as much as I love The Office. If you don't watch it, you should start.

So all in all, a pretty blessed day. My one gripe is gas prices and how in a month or two I probably won't be able to afford a drive around the block, let alone any road trips. **Side note: LT just tried the brownie and informed me it is not that bad, just a little dry. "It's got really good cocoa." Yeah, ass cocoa.