Odds & Ends

Odds:

I love odd numbers.

I miss 2011 because of this. And, 2007.

Whenever I turn the volume on the tv up or down I like to land on an odd number {Thom makes me change it to an even}.

I very much dislike writing the number 5.  I work with numbers every day and had to write it a gajillion times today.

Ends:

Yesterday on the way to work, I hit a cat.  It died. It looked suspiciously like Scotch. I worried about it all day.  As I retraced my usual route home, I slowed when I came to it-still laying belly up on the side of the road. Yep. Looked exactly like my missing cat.  It’s about 4 miles from home.  Same slightly orange-ish tail and all. 🙁  Thom assures me that there are many look-alikes around here, and that Hop & Scotch were picked up and brought to the Humane Society from around this area.   It didn’t stop me from bawling like a baby.  This is also odd because I don’t really like my cats {or cat} very much.  I’m not attached. Except when one is stuck up a tree.  Or dead. I’m pretty sad about it.