Oh boy Diary, did I messy -- mess -- things up with Sandy this week! Sometimes I think that you are my only friend, Diary, except for maybe the Felix the Cat clock in the kitchen; but lately we seem to argue more than agree on anything other than the time. That clock is so stubborn it drives me crazy sometimes. Just bats in the barn crazy!
Can we just watch Fox News for one friggin' hour?!?
So it looks like it's you and me Diary! And parts of Sandy :(. Things started off so great. I mean, after Mr. Mittens was taken care of. Remember how I said Sandy was coming over and we were going to have a nice dinner together? Well, make lost kitty posters but I bet we would have had a nice dinner. Man, I hate, hate, HATE Mr. Mittens!
It was just a fuckin' ice pop!
It was NOT just an ice pop, Mr. Mittens. It was MY ICE POP AND THE LAST ONE! Now shut up and stay frozen. You've done enough damage for one week, that's the God's truth.
Anyway Diary, thank goodness for you. I can tell you anything and you never judge me.
|Seriously, can someone put me out of my misery? CLICK HERE|
|So pretty when there's a little breeze!|
I made coffee and there were cookies, only Mr. Hooity Tooity at the Green Grocers calls them "biscotti." Stupid know-it-all, giving me the high hat like that. You'll get your's soon enough, Mr. Biscotti.
|It's called "toilet paper" you stupid mutt. Try it sometime.|