One of my cats pooped in the bathtub at some point between my getting out of the shower at 11:30 last night and my getting ready for work this morning at 8.

FINE, I'LL CHANGE YOUR STUPID LITTER.

"What's that? You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate an entire wheel of cheese? I'm not even mad. I'm just impressed."

I'm having trouble lifting my can of diet Coke because Linus made me do these oblique exercises with the world's tiniest medicine ball. Apparently it worked my shoulders a lot more, because my abs feel fine.