C is for Cat

I was running late this morning and I had a terrible headache.  The nausea from the headache made brushing my teeth a gag marathon.  Short story - bad morning. 

So on the way to work, I put on a song that made me feel peppy and slurped away at my morning coffee.  Less than halfway to work a cat dashed across the road.  I slammed on my brakes and tried to avoid him...or her.  Without reliving the horror, let's just say I wasn't able to avoid the cat and I hit him...or her. 

I didn't see it behind me and I didn't see it run off.  So now I know I have mortally injured this poor creature.  I cried the rest of the way to work and at my desk a little bit.  I told the story twice today and cried both times.  Now I'm out of tissues and my headache has come back.

There's nothing like an accident to make you feel like a horrible person. 

Cowboy Take Me Away

More like, cowboy, where are you taking me?  Hopefully if someone is taking you somewhere, you at least know their first name.  This song sounds like a rape victim waiting to happen. 

Gunpowder and Lead...now that is a song I can get behind. 

I should take up song writing.  Or at least become a lyricist.  My songs would be more middle road...like:

You're cute, but I don't trust you yet. 
And don't hug me, when you're covered in sweat.

Or...

I'll flirt with you, but I'm gonna balk
Until I have time for your Facebook stalk
(honestly, how else do you do your research nowadays?)

How about...

I'm not your mom and I'm not your spouse
So try and clean your own damn house

Here I am...a bunch of wasted talent!