resurrected

I mean, that was my first guess.

we have a shelf that's very high up in our bedroom. Just one shelf. Mounted to the wall. Our ceiling is ten feet high. This shelf is roughly 6 feet from the ground. When I woke up this morning, one of the kittens (Eva) was sitting on this damn shelf. I don't know how in the hell she got up there. Nothing in this house is safe now. She was the runt of the litter and is tiny, and can go places her brother, who is twice as tall as she is, just can't go. Like on a shelf that's 6 fucking feet from the ground.

You know I love you. Pain in the ass.

I wash them however they are thrown in the basket. I notice the fuckers turned inside out when I'm folding laundry and have to turn every single pair back the right way.

a pain in the ass in every single aspect of life? I'm talking all the way down to turning their socks inside out and tossing them in the laundry. Like, a person gets on your nerves, and everything they DO gets on your nerves, too. EVERYTHING!

Married. Kids. Grandkids. 5 cats. Middle aged male. House trained.

That joke started as soon as America heard coronavirus. It wasn't funny then, and it's not funny now.

Yep. Definitely who I think it is.

Wait a minute. Is Deus who I think it is, because I saw this same post on Facebook?

😳

What I'm saying is, we need to keep our asses here and stop worrying about colonizing another planet.

You horny little devil. 😈

Meh. I'm the guy who doesn't really give two shits about space. If we've fucked up our planet enough that we need to explore other options, I hope the aliens kill us before they let that happen.

Best effort at which one? Marriage or parenthood, or both? I mean, you've got the shoes now, you should be able to land any ding dong you want.

At least you're not fucking yourself.

Haha @ the sad infatuation with this place and the lack of self control to just stay away. What a major fucking loser.

Our male kitten hissed at me for the first time last night. He had just got done having a WWE style wrestling match with his sister, and I snatched him up and he was still in the zone. Until he realized I had him and not her. Haha. Also, one of them's tail woke me up last night, tickling my ear. But I didn't realize it was one of them, so I jumped up and ran and poured peroxide in my ear thinking I had some kind of bug in there. That'll wake you up real fast.

Nice!

Far as 90's action movies go, I was always partial to The Rock. Saw that twice in theaters.

Well, Happy really belated Mother's Day, and an early Happy Birthday to your son, because I am terrible with remembering things.

In all my years, I have never actually had Spam. My grandfather loves it and I will make it for him sometimes, but I've never tried it. The one he gets doesn't smell good. I think it's a spicy one. And that shit is not cheap. Almost 5 bucks a can here. I'd try it. The regular one. I'm sure it's better than bologna. I will not touch bologna. I ate it as a kid, but I lost the taste for that years ago.

Sweet. Now I can just eat this macaroni and cheese that I was going to send to the after funeral get-together.

Motion sickness I suppose. Watching that scene caused me to puke. So, any time after that, that I watched it, I just turn my head at that part.

I did not know this.