all is right with my little world. Me and Murphy are sitting in the sunroom, listening to the sounds of birdies and lawnmowers and David Cook talking about how he “bit it” while dancing in his “Tom Jones” white boots. LOL (Inebriated blogging, can you beat it? I think not!)
Hey! Did you know I don’t like answering the phone? Well, now you do. What else don’t I like? Brussel Sprouts. Mom said they tasted like little cabbages but they don’t. I don’t like pointy smelling perfume. I don’t like whiny people (even though I count myself among that select group). I don’t like people who are oblivious that they are boring your ass to tears by blathering on and on and on. (Does not count herself among that group but perhaps should. If so, don’t tell me, k?) What else? I hate golf. Is there a more boring white-bread sport (and I use that word sport lightly, for reals.)?
Rixie and I are planning to go to the American Idol Tour in August. How gay is that? teee hee
Okay, that’s all for now. I might end up in a big puddle or something goofy like that. So, signing off for now.
Here’s your requisite cat picture:
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Lisa, we are the fabulous people. Obviously we are not boring or whiny. And if we are whiny? It’s fabulous whiny…
How does something SMELL pointy?
“I don’t like people who are oblivious that they are boring your ass to tears by blathering on and on and on. (Does not count herself among that group but perhaps should.” – You should be thinking Martha, NOT you!!!