I want to be 100% caught up before I proceed to spam my blog with smug posts about my fabulous European travel.
I feel like it is still best that I run my hobbies on a “better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission” basis and just fucking go for it while Loony is at work. Or out of town.
It’s so fucking cute up in here. When I first got Chief – what was it? coming on three weeks ago – I was in the weeds. The sleep/potty/other animals situation was completely out of control. It was a bed of my own making so I tried to not complain too much … … except […]
I was like, “HA! BOOBS!” and my kid was like, “Huh? What? Where?” and I pointed out the sticker and he was like, “That’s a face,” and I was like, “Yep, definitely not hitting puberty yet.”
Blue will live another day! As I told Helene, he could either drop dead today or live another three years, he’s mystifying that way. I really appreciated her and all my other friends checking up on how my stupid dog is.
… except Loony but who cares what he thinks. Yesterday my phone blew up with people texting me pictures and videos of this bad motherfucker. Yes, I went there with the penis reference. OF COURSE I WENT THERE! WHEN DO I NOT GO THERE? I’m not alone. and … I love how supportive my community […]
Loony spiced up our morning by some forced togetherness amongst That Fucking Cat and Scheissehund. I never knew that cats could roll their eyes.
We have some problems with the other flock pecking at each other so now when the Silkies go to the Coop du Jour to range during the day, Annabel the Cannibal goes to solitary confinement at the Poulet Rouge until her Pinless Peepers arrive.
I present to you Le Coop Du Jour. Like soup du jour but with a coop. That’s French for coop of the day because they use it during the day. And coop rhymes with soup. Get it?
I woke up around midnight to MSNBC and I seriously could not tell if I was watching satire or actual news, it was simply that crazy.