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.
I mean, really…there was no excuse whatsoever for her attitude or condescension, not to mention outright lies. It’s like she was just TRYING to hurt my feelings.
alluring captivating gawky enigma that is me…one awkward mishap at a time.
tomorrow, it might be a french fry
A little unfair if you ask me.