March 22, 2005

When the Going Gets Tough, The Tough Hang Out With Stinky

I'm glad I don't do a rough draft of this blog on paper. I've rewritten the first line of tonight's entry so often that the eraser would have worked right through the paper by now. And that pretty well sums up how this week has been going; can't get past the starting line, feeling mighty scattered. Hmm, sounds like a country and western tune....

Everything I've considered working on has felt too heavy, too unwieldy, too serious... (See my previous post No Witty Title Here to see the full extent of the possible weightiness I might unleash).

I'm sick of serious.

The Criminal Mastermind Hard At Work

There's nothing like hanging out with the criminal mastermind to make things seem better, which is what I've been doing for the past few nights. Tonight it's finally taken hold. I've even been giggling.

The Criminal Mastermind Taking a Break From His Work

Unfortunately the little dude had himself a case of Gaseous Furry Buttus. Learn from me kids! Don't feed your cat Macaroni and Cheese with a Tuna Chaser. Or if you do, don't stay in a small enclosed space with him afterwards....


Queenie said...

Our cat has the same affliction, alas....
But he loves the bookcase also! And here I thought that I was a kitty-mommy to nothing but freaks!

Ben said...

Ewww ;) The cat looks pretty cozy in that bookcase.

Thanks for dropping by my blog and commenting BTW.

Anonymous said...

My Hillary loves to snuggle in tight places. Too small to fit her whole body.

At least you have instant bookends, eh?

:: Mona ::