All Cats All the Time

Carts Again

We sick of this yet?

I ate this in memory of my mother’s brief career as a child criminal mastermind. If you know the story, you get the reference. If you don’t, sorry.

She wants to go to the mall today.

There are Christmas ornaments on the trees near my mother’s grave. It’s weird.

This is a first.

Everything is fine, but I’m getting sick of hospitals. That’s a problem given my line of work, but what’s a red head to do?

I got a birthday cake for the birthday girl/love of my life. It is not in this picture though.