Poor little princess has been splattering unhappy poos all over my goddamn apartment for the past few days. (Well Marty, you did say you were tired of reading about cat vomit.)
Did I tell you guys about how Sparky taught me to dance to old rock songs under the stars in his backyard between sips of beer as we waited for his super secret chicken recipe to cook on the grill? That was a really lovely night. I have decided that the length of work weeks and weekends will be switched, effective immediately.
Tomorrow should be fun, and I may take some pictures with my new phone that hasn't been bounced across several concrete floors yet. I don't know what it is about parking garages, but I do love to throw a phone there. Note that I haven't told you where I'm going. That's in case plans (or unhappy poos) hit the fan between now and then. (It did look like shit actually hit the fan in here, but thankfully Nature's Miracle is exactly that.)
I'm going to brush the rest of my fluffy cloud girl and get my ass to bed so I can go have fun tomorrow. Goodnight.
