Sorry- I'm too busy spending approximately 8.5 hours each day playing with the kitties with THIS TOY to have a life right now. Please accept my apologies- it is like crack to them and they love it so much I'm pretty sure they would engage in a "kitty deathmatch" to gain control of this thing. It freaks their shit out which, in turn, is kind of freaking me out. I highly recommend getting one if you have a pussy of your own- you will not regret it.
My life is a virtual blizzard of excitement right now. Yup. Maybe later I'll tell you all about my recent adventures in shoveling, or I'll dazzle you with a tale of what I ate for lunch yesterday (Pho- it was delicious, end of story).
That being said, since I feel I need a life beyond the walls of my messy, under construction abode, and I need to converse in actual words with actual human beings, I'm off to the MOA with my girl Blondie to buy things like brassieres, high-end hobos and slippers.
I leave you with a picture I unearthed yesterday that pretty much sets the standard for "awkward" when referring to those horrible, uncomfortable, ugly years that I fondly remember as "Whiskeymarie's androgynous pre-teens."
-The woman with not even one tiny speck of shame left formerly known as Whiskeymarie