|And Martha Stewart appears to be the winning of|
|I pity da fool who didn't watch the A-Team back in the 80s.|
Cressy believes that Santa is rocking. The new Wii U is a blast. She even bought herself a game with her allowance so she's totally into it. HIM wants to race her in Mario Carts and Cressy just wants to play bumper cars with HIM so she can knock him off the racetrack. Right now she's been on the Wii for about three hours straight. I think her little butterbean butt is going to merge with the couch. Outside is snow-sprinkles and HIM is teaching a group of high school kids how to make a rocket. (Megaroy the moron cat fled for the security of the bed when the doorbell rang.) I'm just hanging out coughing and hacking and generally trying to keep out of the way.
I'm making progress on the latest Cat Clan novella. In fact, I should polish it off just as soon as I feel like writing the last two chapters.
|What does this have to do with the blog?|
Nothing, but I'm on a roll
and I feel like Michelle
needed to be kidded a little.
Plus I just took a big hit
Okay. I'll stop rambling. I can't think of anything else funny at the moment, except the hairball the cat just threw up resembles the country of Bolivia. It might be a sign.
|And apparently I can't let anything go.|