Anyone that's ever been to our house knows that Casey is his
momma's boy. Just say his name or talk to him like a baby and you have a friend for life who will talk back to you. Today, as my wife and I were finishing up lunch, we looked up and this is what we saw. Apparently, Casey was upstairs and an experiment was performed to see if American Girl's doll clothing would fit him. It does. Now for the weird part, he likes it. Our deceased most awesome cat ever, Lloyd, would not even wear a collar. Any attempt to put anything on him was met with one response - fall over and not move until the offending garment or accessory was removed from his person...er, body. Casey's beautiful pink
shaw was removed for fear he needed to use the litter box. He whimpered around and knocked his head into his "mommy's" legs until she put it back on him. He then proceeded to "prance" around the house to show Hershey...who was not jealous at all. In fact, if I could read his pea brain mind, Hershey was thinking "oh...well that explains a lot." Why couldn't the doll have a
shaw in earth tones? That would make it marginally better. Hey, I still love him. So he likes female clothing, who doesn't every once-in-a-while? We're going to leave it on as we're expecting two families to roll through here pretty soon. I'm taking princess and two of her friends to the movies today to see
Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. She and I saw
Enchanted last weekend and we thought we'd liven up this week's party with a few friends. Nothing better than treating three kids to the movies and watching their eyes light up at the counter when I tell them they can get whatever they want....I'm guessing the movie and snacks will set me back a cool $50-$60. However, pumpkin pants will be good and worn out after an afternoon of playing and I will get the family room all to myself to watch the
Stillers tonight! Priceless!
Anyone that's ever been to our house knows that Casey is his momma's boy. Just say his name or talk to him like a baby and you have a friend for life who will talk back to you. Today, as my wife and I were finishing up lunch, we looked up and this is what we saw. Apparently, Casey was upstairs and an experiment was performed to see if American Girl's doll clothing would fit him. It does. Now for the weird part, he likes it. Our deceased most awesome cat ever, Lloyd, would not even wear a collar. Any attempt to put anything on him was met with one response - fall over and not move until the offending garment or accessory was removed from his person...er, body. Casey's beautiful pink shaw was removed for fear he needed to use the litter box. He whimpered around and knocked his head into his "mommy's" legs until she put it back on him. He then proceeded to "prance" around the house to show Hershey...who was not jealous at all. In fact, if I could read his pea brain mind, Hershey was thinking "oh...well that explains a lot." Why couldn't the doll have a shaw in earth tones? That would make it marginally better. Hey, I still love him. So he likes female clothing, who doesn't every once-in-a-while? We're going to leave it on as we're expecting two families to roll through here pretty soon. I'm taking princess and two of her friends to the movies today to see Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. She and I saw Enchanted last weekend and we thought we'd liven up this week's party with a few friends. Nothing better than treating three kids to the movies and watching their eyes light up at the counter when I tell them they can get whatever they want....I'm guessing the movie and snacks will set me back a cool $50-$60. However, pumpkin pants will be good and worn out after an afternoon of playing and I will get the family room all to myself to watch the Stillers tonight! Priceless!
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what a puss.
Where, oh where is the weekly post recapping the Steelers game? And what about commentary on the Pats for this upcoming week? I'm waiting (as are my friends at work)!
The Pats should have lost that game on Sunday. Once again, they were the beneficiaries of "lucky" penalty calls (or do the refs want them to have a perfect season too)? I was just waiting at the end of the game for the the Ravens coach to insist there was one second left on the clock after the hail mary pass to end the game and that Baltimore would win it after all.
Too close for comfort. And again the announcers with the stupid idiotic comments about a perfect season. Like in the 1st quarter after the ravens scored first ("will tonight be the night it all comes to an end?" said in a soap opera drama voice) or at the end of the game ("if the pats pull this out tonight, how can you even think anyone could beat them?"). Um, how about because the game was a nailbiter until the last play? One call could have tossed that game either way.
And finally, isn't there a better way to apply the 30 yards of penalty on that last kickoff of the game? So the pats kicked it into the end zone and the ball came out to the 20. Didn't really feel like much of a penalty.
Oh well, I'm done ranting. I don't know who will win on Sunday but I do think it will be an exciting game. And then the Pats will blow their perfect season on someone like the Dolphins...
Pats won the Monday night game 'cause the Ravens are greedy self-promoting idiots that play like 2 year-olds with temper tanrtrums. The Shitbirds came home to roost.
I'd rather beat the Patriots in January than December but somebody's got to take these smug and self-righteous cheaters down a peg or two.
Go out in your yard. Find a dried up twig and snap it in half. Visualize this in your mind's eye. Put a white 81 on the twig. Put a gold 27 on your hand. That's what you will see Sunday night when Anthony Smith snaps Randy Moss in two. He gonna wish it was only Ed Reed smacking his ass around after that.
Enough of this media circus. Time to slap a few bitches down. Word.
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