I managed a brief conversation with Ray from Philly who is an electrical engineer visiting a water treatment plant in Broomfield. That happened sometime between when I sent the angry text and the ladies showed up
Loony spiced up our morning by some forced togetherness amongst That Fucking Cat and Scheissehund. I never knew that cats could roll their eyes.
I hope one day he will become a writer. Not because I think being a writer makes you special or worthy, but because I really like what he has to say and the way he says it.
I thought it would be really funny to name my dog Tardigrade and call him Tard for short and then when someone glared at me for being so insensitive and offensive I would be like, “It’s short for Tardigrade. What did you think it was short for?” and watch them twist.
I had the most remarkable conversation with Scratchy. I’ve never seen a kid as brave as him. He told me all the things he was scared of, all the fears, anxieties and worries that CENTER AROUND FEAR OF DISPLEASING ME. Oh god.
This would be the answer to my giant fuzzy-mammal-belly-quest if it weren’t for the fact that rabbits are not cats which in and of itself isn’t a problem except that most rabbits are snootier than cats.
It’s OK to talk about the election – t would be wrong to talk about anything else – but I don’t think I want to clean my house (twice) and deal with the logistics of having people over and then the inevitable food and red wine hangover. All to talk about Trump.
Boobies and cat belly are my two favorite things to rub my face in and believe me, I got a lot of booby action at Halloween. I loves them.
My boys don’t like horror, nor do I – but the classic monster narrative, the brilliant young cast and their hero’s journey, the set design, costuming and music – it all harkened back to my youth.
If you are asking me to shave your pussy then I accept.