Therefore, it's gonna be one of these nights!
That's the first Stella I've had in probably two years. And it was damned good too! And no, I won't share. The other five are chillin' in my fridge, waiting - standing at the ready- for another day from hell. I can assure you they'll be called into action!
Dude, I just totally forgot what I was going to say. Hells bells!
If today wasn't already bad enough (Don't ask. I can't tell you. It had to do with legal stuff and more paperwork than any human should have to deal with. Thankfully I have a PFAA...Pretty Fucking Awesome Attorney, and he was so nice about me barely pulling it all together, at the last minute no less, to get all this crap to him! The man is a saint and deserves some sort of award...or medal. Or possibly even canonization, after dealing with me!), I was sitting at the table checking emails and wondering if anyone was going to show me any comment or Facebook love (Why yes, yes I am a comment whore!), and I realized the cat was purring rather loudly and the Little Imp was dangerously quiet.
It seems that she's gotten tired of hearing me bitch constantly about all the "damned cat hair all over this house!" It appears that not only is she a great listener, but she's a rather observant 3 year old.
I turned around to find her taking the bull by the horns - errrr, I mean the cat by the whiskers and "de-linting" him. Why not solve the problem at it's root? Remind me to hide the shower shaver and razors.
This was the result of her de-linting. Such a helpful soul!
Griffy has now officially been "rolled" and he doesn't seem to be real happy about it...
But I'll tell you one thing...he sure as hell smells "out of the dryer, fresh!"
Dude, I just totally forgot what I was going to say. Hells bells!
If today wasn't already bad enough (Don't ask. I can't tell you. It had to do with legal stuff and more paperwork than any human should have to deal with. Thankfully I have a PFAA...Pretty Fucking Awesome Attorney, and he was so nice about me barely pulling it all together, at the last minute no less, to get all this crap to him! The man is a saint and deserves some sort of award...or medal. Or possibly even canonization, after dealing with me!), I was sitting at the table checking emails and wondering if anyone was going to show me any comment or Facebook love (Why yes, yes I am a comment whore!), and I realized the cat was purring rather loudly and the Little Imp was dangerously quiet.
It seems that she's gotten tired of hearing me bitch constantly about all the "damned cat hair all over this house!" It appears that not only is she a great listener, but she's a rather observant 3 year old.
I turned around to find her taking the bull by the horns - errrr, I mean the cat by the whiskers and "de-linting" him. Why not solve the problem at it's root? Remind me to hide the shower shaver and razors.
This was the result of her de-linting. Such a helpful soul!
Griffy has now officially been "rolled" and he doesn't seem to be real happy about it...
But I'll tell you one thing...he sure as hell smells "out of the dryer, fresh!"
