Just had a discussion with Mosca about her habit of storing her gross tennis ball collection on my bed, and it went just about as well as I expected.
“You are high,” she said stiffly, “if you expect me to keep my balls on the floor like a common Labradoodle .”
Somehow the 4 giant margaritas I had instead of dinner last night left me with a slight ‘gover this morning. So let me tell you that when my Excellent Niece unexpectedly showed up at my door with breakfast tacos and donuts, I wept brokenly. Shoveling these life-giving restoratives down the Umbrage maw, I vowed to make her the sole beneficiary of my will.
Look at how exquisite this metallic blue wasp is. Ignore the Pom yapping in the background.
Admit it. Y’all needed to see the Squirrel Three-Way right about now.
Oh lard I just found a wig I wore back when I was a hottie 30 years ago for a newspaper shoot with my band at a no-tell motel in St Louis MO. I STILL GOT IT BUTCHES just more of an eccentric grandma vibe now
