That's really nice
My grumpy meter is set to 11 this morning.
The mighty Poopus spent much of the night biting me. So when I wasn't having weird dreams about Veronica Mars (I totally shouldn't have eaten that popcorn before I went to bed), I was fending off the ferocious fangs of my feline friend.
Oh yeah, I bring the alliteration at 7:30 in the morning.
Then when I came downstairs I discovered that the cat had... left me a hairball present. Gross.
And that's how you kill my thoughts about breakfast. And my thoughts about getting the cat a little treat. No treats for you, evil Poopus.
Did I mention I'm scraping the barrel on blog posts? Yeah, I'm writing about my cat, Internets, what of it?
The mighty Poopus spent much of the night biting me. So when I wasn't having weird dreams about Veronica Mars (I totally shouldn't have eaten that popcorn before I went to bed), I was fending off the ferocious fangs of my feline friend.
Oh yeah, I bring the alliteration at 7:30 in the morning.
Then when I came downstairs I discovered that the cat had... left me a hairball present. Gross.
And that's how you kill my thoughts about breakfast. And my thoughts about getting the cat a little treat. No treats for you, evil Poopus.
Did I mention I'm scraping the barrel on blog posts? Yeah, I'm writing about my cat, Internets, what of it?
5 Comments:
I particularly enjoy stepping on hairballs in my bare feet. That's always fun. Ewwww.
hmmmm. bottom of the barrel.
perhaps you should open it up to questions.
hmmmm. bottom of the barrel. although, yes, hairballs, well, sometimes they need to be discussed.
perhaps you should open it up to questions. i might have me some questions for you.
dammit. somehow it took my half done comment and then my oh so better finished one.
and now, for the love of god, i am giving you this one too.
going away now.
I always open the floor to questions - it doesn't necessarily mean I'll answer them.
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