Okay, so, I came across this on a food site (yes, yes, I like to look at pictures of food almost – key word, almost – as much as I like to eat food), and I just want to know: where the hell can I find these blueberries!? I mean, it definitely gives GMOoooooos a whole new purpose.
Why no, Kevin, I don’t want to join your threesome. If I wanted to disappoint two people at the same time, I’d just go visit my parents. Although according to my mother, I don’t even have to be in the same vicinity as them, let alone the same room, to have that effect. So, yeah. Why needlessly expend my energy on you and your plus one, Kevin?
At the risk of having you get all Judgey McJudgemental on me, I must confess that I have to go out tomorrow and restock my Halloween candy supply before the costumed revelers arrive at my door. Something happened to mine.
I think…I just think perhaps…someone is hungry. And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if the troublemaker in the door was the one who put her up to it. Does that make Shaylee the feline mafia boss and the ne’er-do-well on the bed (aka Holly) the minion? These two often have a simple yet civil tolerance for each other — when they work together, it’s time to worry. BUT I’m the boss in this house and I’ll feed the critters when I’m dang good and ready. So there.
Okay…so if you’ll excuse me, I have to go now and feed the critters.
As I went to post another blog entry, I realized that as of right now, I have 666 blog entries published — 6 6 6. That can’t be good, right? Appropriate perhaps. But not good.
I don’t know who has been following me around, but next time maybe you can take more flattering footage. Thank you. That is all.
Has anyone else ever run into a door twice? The same door. Twice. In a row.
Just asking. You know, for a friend.