Oh sure, if you live in Portland. If you live in California, though, no Cass flyage is a total bummer.
Well there was a lot more flying and waiting to flying than actual visiting. Also the cats are not abandoned at home alone nor in kitty jail, so they're happier. I am taking it as a win this time.
Unless I could get stuck in an airport with the hot, hot, omigodsohot guy again when I am awake enough to do more than blink at him hungrily. Like, I don't know, speak at him hungrily.
Edited to remove extraneous "so"s. So, you know, readable without sounding Valley Girl.
I'm sorry Toto is being a poopy-head.
Eh. He'll get over it. It was just disappointing, 'cause I was so excited to see him, and he was all, "Grandpa! Kathy! Play with me! Mom? Where's mom? I don't see a mom! Grandpa! Kathy! Play with me!"
Aw! vw's being punished for sure. He'll come around. He loves his mom.
I'm finishing writing a sex scene with Sleepy Hollow on TV in the background. I'm beginning to think my hero should look more like Johnny Depp. Either that or I should just write a sex scene about me and Johnny.
I'm also beginning to think I should succumb to the lure of the devil's food cupcake with buttercream frosting that's calling my name.
But not dry, no? Sweetish for a sparkler?
Are infomercials the new porn what with the inane and overly emoted dialog and eye-rolling situations and still with the sometimes watching cause of the new and cool trick? Because I am not okay with that.
My autoskipping of the commercial failed. And they were selling a drill that was pretty much just a drill and not the Second Coming so I don't know why they were SOOO THRILLED BY THE IDEA OF IT ALL.
I think Sofia's comparable to Freixenet in dryness.
Sofia's isn't half bad. I've got a case of it in the fridge.
Champagne in a can?
Step one: You open the can
