My father, being an astute observer language that he is, noticed that the tone towards my cat has changed significantly since we got her in late September.
She has gone from being Sweet Little Kitten Pie to the That Fucking Cat in a remarkably short period of time.
A picture is worth a thousand words. Three pictures? Three thousand.
I’m renaming my husband. He started as Lonny, went to Zebulon, then back to Lonny, and now he’s Loonie. I’ve noticed some comments where it appears his name has been autocorrected and the moniker strikes me as funny and a little apropos.
My name autocorrects to Divine, just in case you were wondering.
This Simon’s Cat video perfectly illustrates why we will not be having a Christmas tree this year.
I showed this to the boys and they were like, “You’re right. There’s no way we can have a tree.” Oh the internet, how I love you.
Time to cut the crap.