The work day isn’t even an hour old yet and already my day is insanely busy. What’s up with that?
I haven’t had time, energy, or desire to read about the orange nazi goo’s speech from last night. I’m sure that every word was a lie so who gives a flying fuck what he said. I’m more interested in the Democrat’s reaction, which I am sure was lame and ineffectual. I wish I was being sarcastic, but I am not.
Anyway, here’s a couple of cat pics from earlier this morning to help start your day.
The bonanza of pre-fab furniture continues. It also distracts us from the fall of western civilization.
Look at my cat, Robin. What a poser.
That pic is my photo a day number 185/365. But wait, there are two more pictures of this little poser, mugging it up for the camera.
Nice, huh? My hands are really sore.
I’m not the mirror selfie type, generally speaking, but I did just hang this huge ass mirror so…
The car was packed up… did the band practice happen? It’s been so very long…
Yes! Yes it did happen! All four of us were there. The first band practice in ages!
Yes, we sucked but who cares! It was fun and we weren’t nearly as bad as we could (should) have been. We have tentative plans to try again next week. Fingers crossed, folks. A few practices… get back into playing shape… relearn a bunch of songs… book a gig. That’s the hope. We’ll see how it goes.
Robin Sparkles looks at me and asks, “why are you moving furniture around and bringing in new stuff and hanging stuff on the walls? Don’t you know you’re messing with my vibe?”
But check it out, cat. We have a rack to put shoes on and a new hook to hang clothes on. Cool, right?
I don’t think Robin the Cat agrees that it is cool.
I just hung some art (Garfunkel) in our bedroom.
Lily the Cat is not impressed.
Browsing.
Now that it’s March I can get back to normal life. I’m over a month over due for a haircut and am looking clown-esque. Time to fix that.
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