This: The cats are feeling like hostages in our bedroom because of The White dog.
Harley whispered a little story to me the other day; It began with “I hate that flippin’ dog” and ended with “I wish I had the claws to take her eyes out.”
Krispy and Maisy were in agreement with this little ditty.
That: It takes a very special individual who can hang out all day at a street corner, holding an advertising sign all WHILE DANCING.
I always wave and smile; they deserve my respect and If I could safely slow down, I would put a dollar bill in their costume/belt/sombrero.
The other thing: Speaking of dollar bills. Every couple of months or so I go to the bank and withdraw cash for the girls’ lunch money.
I say to the teller: I need to withdraw TWO hundred dollars and I would like it all in ONES please.
The teller eyes me strangely and asks: Two hundred dollars in ONES?
I dryly respond that I need a little ‘me’ time; I’m heading to a strip club.
I need to make up a new story for next time. Any ideas?