Wednesday
I can hardly see the computer. It is covered in grey cat hair. Electronic stuff must generate static electricity because even when I wipe it off, the cat hair goes right back like a magnet. Chloe is the biggest culprit. She sits on the table and rubs her face all over the screen. Today I am going to run to the post office to buy a stamp and mail the warranty card for the treadmill that is already requiring replacement components. And no, this has nothing to do with the chocolate bar. This treadmill has a user capacity of 375lbs. and I am still below that.