I am easily amused.

Sunny, who continues to be a delight, decided to jump on the desk. I picked him up to give him a cuddle and he farted. This is not, in and of itself, news, since kittens are pretty gassy, but it was an actual toot and not the silent-but-deadly variety.

I am laughing like a loon.

I am 12. :D

(So much has happened since we got the little doofbucket: Sheldon had - and recovered from - an $1100 tummy ache acute pancreatitis, we went to the zoo - my feet didn't hurt even with all of that walking, and school started up again. Did I mention I like the quiet? I love the quiet.)