1 Girl...1 Cup

I get an Iced-Quad-Venti-Non-Fat-Latte almost every day...

I especially loved the one I got today:

Haiku

Blog Frustration

I have given up...

on attempting to format..

the pictures and text.

Reason #985

Reason #985 Why I am LAME...


The following conversation occurred a few days ago:

(Bryan and I are sitting at Old Chicago downtown.)

Bryan: Would you like to go somewhere else?

Me: I kinda want to go home and see what the cats are up to!

Yes my friends...I have officially become LAME.

In my own defense, the cats are wildly interesting at times...

Chewbacca and Earnest answer the age-old question:

How many cats does it take to load the dishwasher?

Earnest is poised to attack the meter reader if he tries to give me a ticket.

Chewbacca provides an added hazard to the golf game. Sand and water are not challenging enough.

There Is A Thin Line Between Terrorist and Interior Designer...

There is a thin line between terrorist and interior designer.


As addressed earlier, Earnest is a terrorist.
















My boyfriend's cat, Chewbacca, is a sociopath with good taste.
















My boyfriend had a glass rooster. He loved his "Glass Cock."
















I thought said cock was (forgive my 80's) heinous...



I jokingly mentioned how great it would be for one of the cats to, "accidentally," break the Glass Cock.



My boyfriend assured me that if there was ever a Cat/Cock scuffle, it would not involve his cat.

"Chewbacca is trained," he said.
"Chewbacca isn't physically capable of jumping on top of the cabinet," he said.
"Chewbacca knows better," he said.



Less than 72 hours after the above conversation occurred...




Chewbacca broke the glass cock.