I walked into the bathroom this morning, and the little bathmat was strewn across the floor and crinkled, the trashcan was knocked clean over and a washcloth had fallen off the tub. I like these signs that, in the night, Forest and Milhous were having themselves a time.
Speaking of, though, also this morning I headed to the snake shed, as I have a basket hanging outside of it where I store the various Blus for Edsel’s chawing pleasure, and right in front of said basket lies a rather large, rather dead, quite frozen mouse. I am once again going to assume F and M had themselves a time.
I really didn’t want a fourth fucking cat. But I’m so pleased by their partnership. The Law Offices of Forest & Milhous.
Forest & Milhous, DDS.
Milhous & Forest, Member FDIC.
Anyway, in other news, you know I can’t tell you everything right? I can’t. But dawgs, this was a week. I had a big thing going on, and now it’s done and everything’s back to normal.
But here’s the thing when you’re a migraine person. Once you come down from all the drama is when you get a migraine.
So I had one all yesterday, and it was annoying, and now I’ve woken up with it still here and it remains annoying. It’s low level enough that I can work, but I’m working with nausea and pain.
Also I am trying to type you from around the very fur-filled body of Forest, of the bath-mat-skewing Forests, of Forest, DDS, and every third word I type onto his actual fur on top of a key. All in all this blogging experience is a 3.
Also, speaking of blogging, I have to change my lewk, here. I mosied over to the ads, and you know what? This new format doesn’t show as many ads, so my cash money has gone way down, and what the hell. I wonder if I could tweak the ads instead of change my design. Like, look around and see if I could shove more of them at you, somehow. I don’t know. It’s a thing I’ll have to do when I’m not working and when I’m not working I’m so busy reading 1970s romance magazines or throwing Blu or spying on my neighbors that I never remember.
I do like this format I currently have so I’m loath to change it.
I guess that’s all I have to tell you, mostly cause my head hurts and I hate everything, so I’ll show you pictures I took this morning of the light on things.
Years ago, Miss Doxie made me a flower to put on my coat. I’ve had it on this lamp since I moved here but today I saw the light on it and it was so pretty.
Here’s the light on Milhous’s arse. Member FDIC.