Today Jack Jack sat in front of me begging for popcorn like a dog. When I shooed him away, he sulked off to chew the cord on my space heater. After a some yelling and hissing sounds he settled down for some pouting. Then he army crawled across the floor of my bedroom and started chewing on my new shoes. BAH!
I wonder if when I’m a crazy ol’ cat, I’ll have a “pack” of cat-dogs? That’d be kind of cool. It would really add to the Golden Girls theme my friend Stephanie and I intend to create when we’re older. Steph’s sister will be addicted to soap operas, Steph is going to be a chain smoker and I’m to be the crazy ol’ cat lady who yells at kids to get off our lawn. There will be a large porch with three rocking chairs and I will teach them how to knit. The best part about our little plan? I’m planning my living arrangements for after my husband’s death and I haven’t even met him. Ha ha…I wish he’d hurry up.
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i want to come visit, but i get to be blanche and i will regale you both with several stories about doing the sex with old gentlemen.
I love the Golden Girls. I’d probably end up like Bea Arthur though knowing me. Ugh.
My best friend and I have always talked about moving into houses with adjoining porches so we can sit on our rocking chairs as old ladies and yell at the neighborhood punks. Hopefully our husbands won’t mind this plan.
Crystal ,
Nothing hotter than a sexually active oldie!
sizzlesays,
Nothing wrong with Bea Arthur…I love Bea!
punchlinewalking ,
Adjoining porches? What an awesome idea! Then we won’t have to wait till we’re old!
My plan is to die before my spouse does.
We’ve all gotta have a plan, right?
I have had two doggish cats in my life. One of them I had trained to beg and roll over. The other one is just stupid like a dog.
why can’t you be like the murdering old ladies in “Arsenic and Old Lace?”
Love the new digs!
Can I come live with all of you? It sounds like a good time. I know how to knit already….
Well, don’t forget the floral pattern’d bamboo furnishings!
…my poor Little Bagel threw up twice today. I feel so guilty because she wants me to hold her but she smells like puke and I don’t think I should try to give her a face bath for a couple of hours.
…so she lays at my feet crying for me to love on her. Maybe I will spritz her with my Burberry cologne.
I always aspired toward Rhoda for my TV mentor for life. Sadly, I think I’ve become her fat sister downstairs.
love,
Brenda