Head Banging

What She Wore: Striped tee in spring colors; khaki shorts; slip-on tennis shoes.

What She Ate: I don't want to say. Ok, nuggets from Chick-fil-a. I'm trying to quit, but it's hard.

Ever just feel like banging your head against the wall?

The cat is still gone, so I need to figure out some sort of sign solution. I feel like a degenerate letting my cat run off with no collar and no microchip.

And, for whatever reason, Charlie is refusing to participate in his therapy. No sitting, no head control, no nothing. I thought maybe I was imagining it, but he did it today for the physical therapist too.

I'm just so frustrated.