I slept really horribly last night. I feel like I didn't fall asleep until at least 3am. I probably fell asleep earlier, but I tossed and turned all night. I woke up feeling particularly sleepy and unwilling to leave my pillow and blankie. I had to go to work today so alas, I got my fat ass out of bed and went about my normal routine, a little more slowly than usual, but still, my normal routine.
When I walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, the very first coherent thought to swirl around my head and make its way out of my mouth was
"Pauly, you are not allowed to love my new purse."
Pauly is The Girl's cat. Pauly is a big white cat who is a little stupid. He's very sweet and loves to cuddle, but his walnut sized brain isn't quite fully charged.
The Cat loves sweat, and things that contain sweat. If I wear a pair of shoes all day long on a hot day, then take them off as soon as I get home, the cat will be all over them and the next thing I know, he'll either be biting it a little while kneading it with his paws, or his head will be shoved deep down in the shoe. He does the same thing to The Girl's and The Boy's stuffed animals. When that happens we say "Kids, Pauly is loving your (Hello Kitty, stinky shoe, cow pillow, shirt you wore yesterday) again. Make him stop."
This morning Pauly was trying entice my new purse into his poly amorous lifestyle. I was going to have none of it. Pauly is not allowed to love my new purse.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Nice Pictures - Where'd you steal them from?
Some of the pictures in my blog were taken by a photographer called Julie Michele. Some of the pictures were either taken by me or someone I know. Some of the pictures were ripped right from the internet, mostly from google image searches from photographers to whom I may or may not give credit.
Rest assured I make no money from any of it.