The day before yesterday I completed the two most dreary, soul-destroying, mind-numbing tasks of a typical year. (The second one was not {insert name of gender-specific medical procedure ad lib}. It was going to the mall--ugh!--to buy shoes--ugh! ugh! ugh!)
Yesterday I applied Frontline to both cats. This does not count as soul-destroying, because I did not have to administer any worm pills, but does count as Not Fun.
Today I ran wild at Amazon. I'm entitled.