I am...

typing on my new laptop. Can you tell?
I didn't think I was that excited, but actually it's pretty OK. I've never actually owned an actual computer of my own actually. Fuck. I typed 3 of those without knowing it.
Latest news: I'm smart.
There is a cat living in my boss' office. She was a stray that would sneak in the pool area to warm up, and somehow in my week off from work, she has become completely tame and sweet and lovable. I guess they are letting her live in the office until someone takes her home.
J already told me no more cats.
OK. We will see.
She is a cutie pie of cat though, and she might be pregs. Either that or has major belly-poofness from worms, which is possible. I've decided that is the cause of Britney's belly bump anyway.
Thanksgiving was fine and dandy, mostly because of A) the pumpkin pie and B) the pumpkin pie cheesecake. I am a sucker for pumpkin.
In related news, I joined a gym. And it's even open 24 hours for when I feel the need to run my ass off at 2am which actually happens often.
Oh yeah, I drove home in blizzard-like conditions on Thanksgiving and I'm not even over reacting. I live in Michigan on the lake, I'm used to bad weather but I was actually scared shitless at one point because I couldn't see. Anything. No one could. Everyone basically came to dead stop on the highway and crept along until we could sort of see again. Then on 94 everyone was going like 15 mph because it was raining ice pretty much and no one could control their cars. Boy that was the best 1.5 hour drive ever. Usually takes me 40 minutes, by the way.
The next day J and I went and bought snow shovels and I bought snow boots and a hat and gloves and we shoveled some mutha-effing snow. It was fun?