It hit me the other day. I might be part cat.
You see, I ordered a Fitbit in the mail. Yes, it is to track the steps I walk and to remind me to stand every hour, but it is to monitor when my heart is racing or slowing down to less than 50 beats per minute. Which it does because I’m a mutant.
But I digress.
What caused my heart to race legitimately was that I had to destroy the packaging to get at the Fitbit. I hate destroying the boxes of electronics, in fact, I seem to have become a bit of a hoarder where they are involved.
Apparently, I’m old enough to remember when electronics weren’t always the most reliable and sometimes they had to be returned within their original packaging.
Fun times. Not!
Thankfully, I don’t quite crawl inside a box to sit down. Let’s face it, those boxes big enough to accommodate me have to be cut open to get the appliances out. Although, there is this one box from amazon…. Um, gotta go, to, uh, work, yeah. work. Pay no attention to me or the box:D
Until next time!
