Have ya’ll met Dixie? She’s our indoor/outdoor cat with special needs. And by special needs I mean she pees like a tom cat if she eats the wrong food, she requires us to turn on the faucet for her to get a drink, because her water bowl is not sufficient and she’s very needy for attention.
You don’t see Dixie?
(This is my passive aggressive way of yelling at my daughter to do her Mothah-Lovin’ LAUNDRY!!!)
Seriously, I’m changing the name of this blog to MOTHAH-LOVIN’ LAUNDRY!
Dixie who? Oh, right the cat….
There she is. Sound asleep on Ellen’s bed. Did I tell you that I finally got some curtains made in Ellen’s room? I made the one that’s neatly tied and Ellen made the other one. I think the way they are hanging describes our personalities perfectly.
I would give away all my costume jewelry to have just one child that is anal retentive about details in their room. But, God did not want me to have one child that is anal retentive about their room. He wanted me to have four children that drip articles of clothing all over the Northern Hemisphere with a large concentration of the drippage occurring directly in the path between the back door and their bedrooms.
Have I ever told you that Dixie pees in the toilette? Yes, she does. Except for when she’s peeing on other things. I don’t own a litter box, which now makes me sound stupid because, maybe if I had a litter box she wouldn’t pee on my running shoes and then when I go to the gym and wonder why in the HELL does everything in the gym smell like cat urine, I wouldn’t be so dadbladgum embarrassed once I figure out the shoes on my feet are stinkin’ up the world around me.
Mr. Slobby McSlobmaster that occupies the corner room in Slobville made me breakfast in bed. Actually, it was more like lunch since it was noon and I had already had breakfast a few hours earlier. But, that’s okay.
Because he makes the best pancakes in the history of pancakes. And he makes sausage and cuts up apple slices and serves it to me with yummy jam instead of yucky syrup. I think Mr. Slobby McSlobmaster that occupies the corner room in Slobville is very sweet even though he’s very….slobby.