You know when you wake up in the morning, and you just know it's either going to get massively crazy or just plain weird...

Trust those damn instincts.

My little 3-year-old dachshund can't get it through her head that cats with claws are a lethal combination. Especially when the dachshund thinks they are play-friends, and the stray cats think the opposite. Five minutes in the backyard turned into a 2 hour vet appointment because she was gagging from stress and obsessively shaking her head. She is now on baby Benadryl until the bump on her nose has settled. She hasn't learned to leave cats alone.

After we (My fiancé and I) returned from that vet appointment, he discovered his 9-year-old bearded dragon passed away in his terrarium. We rushed they body back to the same vet for cremation.

I may not be sleeping well anytime soon. My parents have turned against me and are barely talking to me, I'm itching for my California vacation, and I'm just tired of all the unnecessary junk around me. A quiet mind is all I need right now. And a nice cup of tea.