Actually my day started last night. First of all I was exhausted. Stressed out, and just plain tired. So I put a pizza in the oven thinking it was gonna be good. The only thing good about was nothing AND Tiah loved it! So I decided to make my famous oatmeal cake for work the next day. So I started creaming the butter and sugar and Tiah came apart and started barking at my mixer. That shows how much I use it. :)) Anyway, I turned the oven to 350 degrees and left the batter in the pan on the counter. I left the room for a moment and when I came back Tiah was lapping at the cake batter. OH MY GOSH! Tiah really? I looked at the batter for a minute and thought well, the heat in the oven will kill any germs. Shrugging I put it in the oven. Then before I went to bed, I frosted it. I started to walk away then thought I should cover the cake so the cats don't lap at the frosting during the night. So, I took out a clean towel and covered it. NEXT MORNING: The alarm went off at 4:30 a.m. as usual and I turned it off. Woke up at 6:30 a.m. WHEN I'M SUPPOSED TO BE LEAVING! I threw on clothes, brushed my hair and rushed out to the kitchen. Let Tiah out of her crate, and fixed her food. Ready to go I went to pick up the cake and noticed two paw prints across the cake. I looked to the heavens and just sighed. When I took off the towel the frosting stuck to the towel. So I scraped it off and re-frosted the cake. It was sunken in the middle from whatever cat walked across it and the frosting looked majorly crappy! Oh well, I took it to work anyway. While I was driving I thought to myself, now Susan drive carefully because you never know what else is coming your way. Made it safely there, and the cake was a success, course I didn't tell anyone that Tiah had lapped at it. Later, when I had lunch I dripped my burrito all over my blouse. Ok, why not! I looked like hell all day and felt like it too. To the point that I started crying and couldn't stop. I DON'T CRY, ever. I think I don't cry because of the medicine I take, but today I did. I cried so bad that the other secretary, which thankfully is still there until the middle of April, cried with me, with us hugging each other. Oh boy, what a day!