It is way too gross to say I partied like a rock star on Saturday, but I came the closest that I get (actually it's so gross that I want to erase that). I paid for it yesterday, but that only happens maybe twice a year so I think that's ok. Maybe three times. I know it's strictly a coincidence, but it's usually when the Mantles come to town, weird. Those guys are all super quiet, go-to-bed-early types who never bring over a case of beer and three frozen pizzas at one in the morning so I wonder why.
what sucks the most about having an indoor cat? The constant fear of
the cat getting out when you have a bunch of people staying at your
house. It's very anxiety-producing. Like dreams of her getting out and
stuff. All that worrying, and when we went out to brunch it turned out
that the downstairs window was completely open for hours, no screen.
Babs was just sitting by it, but with lots of cobwebs in her whiskers,
so who knows what she did and where she went. Maybe she "went to town", like in the scene from Wet Hot American Summer above. Oh, I see now blogger will no longer embed youtube clips. Don't make me switch to wordpress, blogger, I'm warning you.