I am dead tired because I’ve been up since 4 a.m. and when I tried to go back to sleep my cat stomped on me until I got up and filled his bowl. He then sniffed the bowl and walked away.
That cat can be a first class twatburger.
I had Dairy Queen Blizzard tonight. It was good. But I am disappointed in myself.
I did the hibbity jibbity with the hubbers cause he’s headed out tomorrow to go to Indiana because his mother is having her hip replaced. Send him off with a bang, I always say.
Tomorrow I have to bake a bunch of cookies for a work bake sale. I will have to start going to work in my sweatpants soon.
This NaBloPoMoFo is killing me. I gotta sleep now. And the cat is not welcome in this room
Twatburger is a freaking AWESOME word, yo.
Feel free to use it anytime you want. Especially when speaking about cats.