I suspect the results will be seen here as a series of posts over the next few days.
Now I'm off to fulfill my promises, take some pictures and freeze my ass off in the elements (-5 degrees, -19 with the windchill).
And Pooter says to tell you "hi" but that she is uninterested in witty banter of any and all sorts.
"Yeah, nice to see you too. Now shower me with affection or get the fuck out" is what I like to call this look:
*Gratuitous Pooter pic for my lovely gal over at wide lawns.Until later, my frozen little globs of cat food-flavored ice cream.
Ahhh....what a busy weekend we planned for you. Have fun.
I see Pooter gives you the same look my bird gives me.
'Feed me and I'll let you stay, otherwise leave me the hell alone." Oh well.
i haven't formally met Pooter but i think i'd like her.
i've researched busy-ness (business) for this portion of the blog.
i found this: Busy Bee
it is truncated at the end, but it is a snappy little ditty.....
i expect to see some new mixed drinks damn-it!
i'm too creative anymore. as i sit here with my watermelon vodka and redbull.....
Oh my- I love your, um- your cat!
Your pooter looks like my Abby. :)
The heart ID tag? Adorable. You are SOOOO becoming a cat person.
i'm diggin' yo blog.
No, really, it's great. Will be back soon :)
Heh, that gato has a dagger stare to say the least.
Love Pooter's pink tag! Cutie.
your pooter looks like my george!
Pooter really is cool. I've always had an affection for things that will never, ever love me back.
Pooter, cat, Abby, George...I've never heard so many possible synonyms for a va-jay-jay in one comment stream.
I think Pooter is cuter...
Ugghhh- I actually clicked on your list and looked at your items.
I am particularly looking forward to your experiments with frozen spit. The possibilities are endlesss!
Your Pooter looks crabby.
That's some really nice looking bread. It's perfectly fine that it's not something sweet!
Gosh, you spent all weekend doing things for us...and we didn't do a thing for you! Sorry! :(
The shitty part about being late is that all the good Pooter jokes are taken.
(Okay, I lied, I had to stay to read the one that mentions LaX)
Weather is 87 degrees
feels like 87 degrees
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