When you open the door of your apartment to find your boxer-clad husband standing awkwardly with a kitten in one hand and a jar of some unknown substance in the other, the last thing you want to hear him say is, "Hold on, I was just blocking a hole that…
Operating Manuals
Mildred has arrived. She's already ruling the apartment with an iron paw. She also spends a lot of time walking in circles around my neck which is mildly distracting - and a-frickin-dorable. I think she might be stupid. I can already hear you dog people, "All cats are stupid." Well…
Taking the Easy Way Out
As I mentioned, I (and my gravity defying boobs) have suddenly been thrust (good boob verb, right?) into the whole I-really-have-to-dig-in-and-get-some-shit-done-and-fast world...and it's kicking my ass. Hard. As exhibited by that incredibly well constructed paragraph and the brain sludge that is leaking out of my ears and pooling within these…