Relative Dimension

I might be working on rewriting my page now but my cat is sitting on my lap and keeping me from reaching the desk very well. I expect JK Rowling had to deal with a similar problem when she was writing Book 6 pregnant. The not reaching the desk part, I mean. I really don't know if she has cats. Well, at least he's comfortable, and that's what matters. Cats have absolutely no consideration for my writing. Especially this cat. The other one has the habit of sitting on my mom's chest when she's trying to read and blocking her book. At least we've trained them not to walk on keyboards. I think Rigby will miss me when I go to Eugene. 

I may have a nice scar on the little finger of my right hand. Unfortunately it won't have a very interesting story. I like scars. Partly because they remind us of what we've survived, and partly because I think they look neat. If I had an appendix scar, I would so show it off. But I hope I never have to get one. I don't have any really cool scars. I do, however, have some awesome stretch marks. I like the strangest things sometimes.