Most American people are now immune to the "repeat lies until they become accepted as the truth" virus spread over the last 8 years.
Um, so stop already, please. I know it's the other side, but I can't stand to watch even my worst enemy embarrass himself so badly without realizing.
So, totally slack girlfriend that I am, I have not gotten Jason a Valentine's gift yet. Any suggestions?
And speaking of, some chicklets I know saw Jason's photograph on his Facebook thing and were surprised that some broken down, ugly, fat old cougar like me could have landed a cutie-patootie like him. For Pete's sake. I wasn't always fat and gray haired, okay I was gray haired, but still best buds with Lady Clairol. But I've been gray haired since I was 20!
How do the cats know that there is only one can of cat food left in the pantry? I have been the recipient of more glares than the Secular Humanist billboard.
How do you know I am postponing doing something fun like exercise or scheduling unpleasant medical procedures? (Or shopping for cat food, asks Loki.)
I sit and blog whatever pops into my mind.
Loki sez: Just look at my poor brother, half starved to death!
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