Well kiddos, summer is (in theory anyways) in full swing here at Casa de VonPartypants. I'm done with classes, I handed out caps & gowns for graduation, I may or may not have had a few cocktails prior to said graduation, and I am officially available for parties and Bar Mitzvahs, assuming you are entertained by me singing along to Slim Whitman songs while dressed as Lady Gaga.
A bit of the miscellany that has been keeping the squirrels in my brain busy, at least when they're not otherwise occupied humping each other and stashing peanuts in my houseplants:
None of my 4 cats or singular dog ever, ever, EVER snuggle with one another. Not when sleeping, not when...well, sleeping, because that's pretty much all they do, right? The other day, I was on the couch with Bacon the chubby kitty when Bubs decided to get jealous. Before you can say "single multicolored hairy male", he wedges himself between me and Bacon, sitting on Bacon in the process and alerting me to his borderline-psychotic need for all of the attention all of the time.
I ordered a tasty purse for myself as a "god you're old" b-day giftie. This purse is gorgeous, luxurious enough that I may have sexually assaulted it, and it is HUGE. The box it came in looked more appropriate for two king-size comforters than a sexysexy handbag.
But I guess it's just the right size to be a "no boys allowed" clubhouse for Millie, the crazypants, talks-to-herself and sees things that aren't there kitty.
(Go away! I vant to be alone!)
Trouble likes to pretend that he's Superman when he's sleeping.
I tried to quickly pose by a fountain in Rice Park following my tipsy visit to the graduation ceremony, and I can see that my lack of self-portraiture lately is evident in the obvious deterioration of my portraiture skills. I'm wearing a kickass dress & boots here, but I may as well have been wearing a dress made entirely of used kleenexes, given my ability to "capture the moment."
The big-ass gardening project that has ruined my back and forced me to get a lot more comfortable with manure than I normally care to (other than that one time I did it in a field on a cowpie with that farmhand. That was magical.)
So there you go- my week in photos. Purses, pussies, and poop.
6 comments:
WhiskeyMems, I am truly sorry about the fountain photo.
Oooh can't wait to see what's going to grow in that garden!
Millie is giving my nightmares!
Holy crap! Hello, total garden re-do! Looks great, babe.
You seem very ... centered in this post, Marcy Martha May Marlene. : ) Happy Summer, Sweets.
Trouble really knows how to relax!
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