Friday, September 12, 2008
Um...what? Sorry- I dozed off a little there.
Things have been as exciting as unflavored ice milk here at Casa de Whiskey lately. When we're not working, we are buying things for the Casa, fixing/painting/cleaning/monitoring construction at the Casa, chasing kitties around the Casa, or laying on the new couch watching "Animal Cops" while eating frozen food products that have been made to be warm thanks to the advancements in microwave technology while in a catatonic state in le Casa.
Jealous? It's like I'm living the rock star lifestyle, minus the sex, drugs, rock and roll, parties, fancy cars, spandex, leisure, strippers, exclusive vacations, personal shoppers, $1000 dinners, punching the paparrazi, unfortunate tattoos and STDs.
This weekend promises more of the same white-hot excitement, with possibly some grilling, interpretive dancing and chain saw juggling thrown into the mix. Maybe I'll get really lucky and we'll go to the grocery store! Yee-haw!
I'll be taking pictures, just to prove my point about the whole "dull as dirt" thing.
Here's to hoping that my next post won't cause you to shake your fist angrily at the sky screaming "That's two minutes of my life stolen! STOLEN BY A STEALER, DAMMIT!!!!"
One can always hope.
*I have about 1,473 new pictures of the furry turd factories right now, if that's any indication of the level of dullness here at the VonPartypants estate.
Happy Friday, my little chunks of deep-fried hamster nuggets. Happy Friday.
Posted by Whiskeymarie at 10:09 AM
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Cats are not to be trusted. Their only saving grace is that they are not dogs. (Jesus…I can’t understand why anyone would want to live with a dog.)
Nevertheless…I want my two minutes back. And, if you can’t find some method of compensation, I feel relatively certain (how’s that for a left-handed oxymoron?) that you will soon be hearing from my Legal Department.
And trust me, they’re just itching to get their venal claws into the likes of you so they can see to it that you never dupe the reading public again.
Your time will come and your hash will be settled.
I bet it is a 24 hour nonstop party over there, but you got your cat to lie for you.
Honestly WM, do you think we wouldn't see through this pussypost?
What the hell, I am just glad when I see a post over here AND that I am not the 800th visitor and the 584th commenter on it.
If your next post doesn't cause me to shake my fist angrily at the sky, you know something will. That's usually how I spend the better part of my afternoons. Either that or it's telling whippersnappers to get off my lawn.
Sometimes dull is a beautiful thing. I am living vicariously through you, WM.
Party of me requesting video of the interpretive dance. Please and thank you.
If you lounge around naked or scantily clad, please post pics.
Happy Friday Whiskeymarie. : )
I could send u a picture of my tush....or...or me grabbin my ankles in a speedo (from behind)
Why no sex? That's unacceptable! I get some twice a day or my wife doesn't eat!
I've always found that picking up hitchhikers adds an exciting element of danger to any otherwise boring day.
I'm just fine with boring these days. When my dance card is filled to the last line, I tend to great quite crabby.
Unflavored ice milk is the devil's own child.
Let's see some more Whiskey M in her Punk New Wave Days.
A remodeling project takes over every part of your life! Ugh!!!
Kitteh sez: I iz reading ur mind and it iz boring.
Man, your cat has, like, extra-terrestrial bedroom-eyes.
Substitute your two cats for our one dog and you & I are pretty much leading parallel lives. I'm hoping for an increase in activity when the weather finally cools off.
kidlet, we've talked about this.
when going through periods like this, and blogging, it is best to lie.
lying makes all things true.
somehow i tend to think there is never a dull day at casa de whiskey
Could be worst. You could have 25 little furry poop factories to wait on all day long. Welcome to my world.
Do you think it is possible to build a house out of used litter? It clumps.....why not?
Perhaps I should start building a model of the luxurious clay quarters of my dreams? It would be considered green building right? So, it should catch on and is destined to be all the rage. Consider this idea copywrited.
Come to think of it, maybe I will just build it for the cats and make them all move into it.
Now where is my shovel and bucket?
I bet you did something really awesome over the weekend. I bet you watched seasons 1-3 of Airwolf.
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