RIP My Furry Friend.

Today has definitely been a roller coaster of emotions for me. First I sass mastered my Creative Writing teacher for forcing me to put hearts on my "Valentines Day" poem.(Which is hardly a Valentines day card.) It's about baseball. And let me tell ya, there is NO crying in baseball. Or hearts for that matter. Then I developed a headache because I'm going blind. Perfect vision is not what it's cracked up to be. My eyes are red. My eyes are tired. It could be because I don't get enough sleep, but I highly doubt that's the case. No, I'm definitely going blind. After I discussed my fear of going blind to my entire Anatomy class, I remembered the math homework sitting pretty in my backpack. (Sitting pretty is an overstatement. It was shoved in the corners because I was in a hurry on Friday.) But nevertheless, it was blank. I moaned, and groaned to Dallin about how I was in the depths of despair. My very first assignment...Un-did. I felt failure-like. (Please note that I didn't actually say I felt like a failure. Because in fact, I'm not a failure. I'm quite awesome.) I was on autopilot driving to work, and enjoyed my open book conversation with Cam. (Jaw lines are more attractive then height Cameron, always remember that.) After I dropped off the boys and came home, I picked up the fourth season of Chuck and headed into Steven's room to watch endless hours with my best friend Crispin. (The Hamster.) I looked at my precious baby sleeping in her cage and reminded Alex it needed to be cleaned. I whispered "hello baby girl" through the bars. She didn't move. Hmmm...she must be pretty tuckered after all that exercising. She obviously takes after her aunt. (That's me.) I took a bite of my dinner, pressed play, then took another look at Crispin. There was no movement whatsoever. That's odd. Chuck is her favorite show. Like any concerned parent would, I opened her cage and stroked her with my finger. She was harder than a rock. Cold as stone. My poor baby had died without one last nose nuzzle with me. I cried hot salty tears for an hour. (Yes, I get emotional over things like this.) Now she sleeps softly in my Mt. Rainer box. Her funeral is tomorrow. And you can bet your bottom dollar I'm going to write down a few words and place it in her grave. So she can read it in Hamster Heaven of course.