The least you little fuzzy creeps could do is make the bed for us. You little fuzzy creeps. I can say that Lily was pretty ticked off at me when I took my jacket out from under her. Sorry, Lils.
Photo a day 158/365.
The least you little fuzzy creeps could do is make the bed for us. You little fuzzy creeps. I can say that Lily was pretty ticked off at me when I took my jacket out from under her. Sorry, Lils.
Photo a day 158/365.
I am toast. Mentally and physically. Well done to the point of being burnt toast.
Good night everyone.
No cats were disturbed during the snapping of this picture. I promise.
Not going into specifics here, but has tonight been the most annoying night ever? I had errands to run after work and they all went down the crapper. My back is hurting. I don’t know if it’s a muscle thing or a kidney stone. I don’t know how to tell the different. My stomach has been pissed at me all day. I threw my diet into a tailspin while on vacation for a week, and then threw it into another tailspin just by trying to get back to normal.
I feel like the universe is pissed at me. Is the universe pissed at me?
Also, I really don’t want to drive to the office tomorrow. grumblegrumblegrumble.
Now that we’re home from vacation, we’re back to all cats all the time. Enjoy!
During a conversation with my wife and my step daughter the other day I heard two phrases that immediately went into the running for this year’s RPM Challenge Album Title.
One potential title is, “Electric Heat is Crazy Expensive.”
The other potential title is, “Groundhogs Wear Top Hats.”
If I go for one of those titles, what would I do for the album cover art? The electric heat one… no clue. The groundhog one though… yeah, let’s ask A.I. to generate an image for us, shall we?


Maybe… maybe not. I don’t know.
Day three was similar to days one and two. One new song. This time it has bass and drums finished and a guide track for a sax part. It’s looking like it will be instrumental. I had this idea of having the album open with a short instrumental and this could be it. Unless it sucks, of course, or I can’t play the sax anymore, of course. The usual caveats.
Two furry friends, hanging out together.
I went back to the Sugar Free Bakery today. It had been a couple of months since my last visit, maybe even longer than that.
The cookies were calling to me. I had to cave in to the temptation.