Unicorn Dogs

Things I should be doing, but I'm not....

• Cleaning the closet. 
• Cleaning the fridge.
• Repainting the ceiling in my bedroom. (I had a new fixture installed in... oh... February... and I still haven't sanded down the plaster which patched some of the holes and repainted.)
• Laundry. 
• Finishing any of the 800 craft projects I've started in the last year, but got distracted and started another. Here's one I did finish: 

Grrrr.... ARGGG. 

• Brushing the cat. 
• Taking out the trash that has been by the door since yesterday.

Things I've been spending too much time doing:

• Drafting blog posts about nonsense. 
• Playing Angry Birds on my phone (it's so 2 years ago... why can't I stop?)
• Refreshing Facebook
• Watching TV shows on Netflix until 1 a.m. (I'm now watching Sherlock since I'm current on Doctor Who and there were only 2 seasons of Torchwood, and Spaced was also only 2 seasons, and only 2 seasons available of Downton Abbey, and holy hell when did I start loving British TV so much?)
• Thinking of ways to get my boss fired or at least ban him from speaking to me again. 

Maybe not MY Doctor, but a damn good one. 

• Thinking of things to text/email/call WC about... but really I should leave him alone because he's having family drama and the last thing he needs is "So I was thinking about this week's Doctor Who episode and I was wondering what your thoughts were on Sci-Fi Westerns..." (Note: I did IM him at the end of the day under the guise of work-related somethingorother and while chatting I might have suggested that it wasn't a roll of quarters in his pocket, but possibly a unicorn horn. Then I logged out quickly and came home. I'd say there was context to the statement, but really, when are unicorn boners ever IN context?) 

Unicorns have been coming up a lot lately and I'm wondering if it's just in my head or if there's some sort of meme (rhymes with cream) out there that's making it a thing in my head. This happened on Facebook a few weeks ago:

My friend Sharon posted a short diatribe about her hatred of the word "foodie" and all the food-related buzz words floating around us lately. Witty comments abounded and then this happened (edited for brevity):

And then she tried to take it back, but she's as committed to Facebook comedy as I am, so it stays. So now I have unicorn business on the brain and I keep reading this thread on Facebook and cackling like a madwoman. 

Then today, this showed up in my Facebook feed and I died of love and shared it. For Cats!

Lolcat yourself, asshole. 

Emma and Mr Darcy would eat my face for breakfast and then throw it up in my bed. 

At least I'm not folding laundry...