Dude

Dude Naps

Breathe Holes

Dude The Cat likes to cuddle with me in bed. His idea of cuddling involves plopping himself down on my head, covering most of my face, one shoulder and preventing me from breathing. I figured that as a cat, Dude does not understand where my human breathing holes are located and is not trying to [...]

To Reader Minta

I can’t seem to find a way to answer you, so I thought I would address your question here: Dude only has the regular amount of toes. I wish he had the extra ones, though because I love cats with more toes!

Stuff On My Dude

When I first placed Beck on Dude he yawned. Then he stretched. Then he casually took a look at the creature that was chillin’ on his back. That was it. Dude smokes way too much pot in my opinion.

Eat Mor Pussy

Once upon a time I had an idea born of way too much free time and copious amounts of something or other. It was likely the fault of Chick fil-A slogan that I grew to love when I lived in Virginia: “Eat Mor Chikin”. How could you not love those damn cows? When Chick-fil-A finally [...]

Awesome

I ate today. While that may seem a little obvious to all you readers out there that eat every day, for me it was amazing. I ate a full lunch, 3/4 of dinner, and then a late snack involving a cheesy chicken cilantro guacamole taco creation and some rice. I even made snow cones for [...]

Pretty Is As Pretty Does

Today I injured myself while I was trying to pick my underwear out of my ass. In the crazy twisting of putting my arm behind my back and down toward my ass crack I pulled the muscles in my lower abdomen. For a moment, as I walked to the door of a neighbor’s house I [...]

Dude

Because I am still feeling the backlash of emotion from the previous post, I figured that a picture of Young Dude would cheer everyone one (including ME!) up a little. Do I miss that 500 year old microwave? Not one bit. PS I did not put him in there. I just ran for the camera [...]

My Obsession

For a long time I have been a wee bit involved with reading infertility (IF) blogs. My dear husband doesn’t understand or approve, but I have my reasons. I think that he viewed it as a way to worry about what could happen when we started trying, but that wasn’t it at all. I have [...]