Thursday...here we are! One day way from FRIDAY! YAAAAAAAAAY! I think McCoy and I might go to Town Point Park Friday night for the TGIF Concert. But I also want to take it easy Friday - because Saturday is the Spring Wine Fest at Town Point Park. I am soooo excited! I need a new outfit - no I don't. But I still want to go shopping. With the weather today...all rainy and cloudy. I know I would just fall asleep if I went home. SO I might as well be productive at the mall. Makes sense right? Yeh - I thought so.
Sorry if this is a short blog...I am running out the door for Starbucks. Heather Branch and I are EXHAUSTED after this morning...so we need a JAVA boost.
But....here's my NEW favorite song. It's Colbie Callait and the song is called "Tailor Made".
NOTE - This is not the music video, this is just the audio up-loaded to YOUTUBE.
OH! And today's joke came from my father in law...McCoy's dad Wiley. He sent me this email yesterday....
YOU MUST READ THIS!
*DOG DIARY
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with my people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
*CAT DIARY
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed
hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the
rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to
keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of
escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,
I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of allergies." I must learn what this
means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormenters by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this
again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the
guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors
have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now...
Isn't that hysterical???I loooved it. Thanks Wiley!
I'm off to Starbucks.
XOXO,
Woo Woo |
