
Wanna make somethin’ of it? Do ya, punk?

Wanna make somethin’ of it? Do ya, punk?

Patches watching the Bake Off final.
The living room has been slightly redecorated to make room for the tree. I thought I’d document the occasion with a crappy portrait-mode pic.

Also a cat pic because Patches.

I have punched out for the day. Kick ass, dude! Only one work day left until my favorite four day weekend of the year. Patches is excited for me. She’s so excited I had to break out the old Hipstamatic Shake to Shuffle!
Hipstakitty is back! Or is it better as Hipsta-kitty. I can’t decide.
My beautiful wife Jen said she was kinda in the mood for a movie tonight. A Marvel movie. Sure, I said. Pick one. There are about 100 to chose from.
She picked Captain America: Civil War.
Now if you were curious as to why I’m so out of my mind in love with her, take this as one of the billion reasons.
Ms Patches agrees.

As the cat strolls into my room with a jaunty “meow” or two, I pause to wonder what she’s thinking….
Is she thinking, “when are the kids going to wake up so that I can hang out with them?”
Or is she thinking, “why are the kids’ bedroom doors both shut? I wanna go in there and vomit on their pillows.”
I cannot say for sure what she’s thinking, but if I were a betting man I would guess it was one of those two things…. Probably the pukey one.

Patches the cat is super happy that the kids are home. Can’t you tell?

There is a webcam on my desk that I use for conference calls. The bed is in the field of view so I make it all neat like on work days.
Patches isn’t sure how to deal with the lack of messed up blankets. There’s isn’t a place for her to curl up or hide or anything. I always make things so difficult for her.

Patches, whose praises I am constantly singing on this here internets page (web 2.0, babie!) just barfed up about 20 metric tonnes of puke, right where I sit during my work day.
Friggin’ cat. Thanks a pant load. Prick.
There is no reason to post this, but here I go anyway…
It’s almost bedtime, but I think I might try to mix a tune. Stay tuned. (See what I did there? Ain’t I a stinker?)