Recovering from last night's "Walking Dead." I'm fine with waiting until February, but did they have to kill Herschel? I stayed up until 1 AM.
Thanksgiving was quiet. The first everything that happens after a loved one dies is so difficult. First Hanukkah, first Thanksgiving, first wedding anniversary. So we skipped the family dinner and went to our favorite diner. Yesterday we rented a car and went shopping. Then we discovered the third S1 disc of "Breaking Bad" had only ONE episode on it!
Fletcher, Cleo and Rupert are all staring at me. Rupert, my big gray cat, is yowling. So off to feed the animals and then watch a recorded episode of "Hoarding: Buried Alive."
Feed me, or this toy is toast.
I've got work avoidance down to an art, I tell you.