I found this nice photo that Marvin took when we were on vacation once. Someone had to go to a lot of trouble to color in that poor woman's tooth, seeing as that is a tall sign. And there's nothing I enjoy more than things like "cook'n" and "kitch'n," don't get me wrong. Or "wr'ng."
Do you know what else I enjoy? Let's please keep up with the phrase "sexyback" all one word. Let's keep using it often. Because I'm not over it or anything.
Another thing I am not totally over, so please, please keep using it because it's still HILARIOUS, really? Is Holy [insert something here], Batman. WOOO! You're killing me with that. Holy rainstorm, Batman! What's with this weather!? Holy catfight, Batman!
I just heard that one on The Real Housewives of New York, which I guess is my own fault for watching a show like The Real Housewives of New York. It's like how I read the comments on TMZ.com and get mad that the people on there are stupid.
So, today is Winston's birthday. I actually have no idea when his birthday is, I mean, I have a one in 365 chance of getting it right, but this IS the anniversary of when we got his stripy arse from the pound and they said he was a year old, so I count April 14 as his birthday. He is four. We got him three years ago. Which I guess you could have figured out from the story I just told, but then again in my post from the other day where I talk all about my tattoos, someone left a comment that said, "What's the story behind your tattoos?" so you never know.
(I think it was some sort of scammy tatto company that trolls for tattoo pictures. Annoying.)
They were gonna put him down that night, Winston, because he'd been at the pound a month. He is truly the best cat and if I hadn't wandered in there that night I'd have never met him. Isn't that awful?
Do you enjoy my cherry pajamas? They kind of go with my theme, don't they?