@PitMom:
www.womensmarch.comMrs. F27 joined me for a lunch date today, which was a wonderful treat. I spend most lunch hours having a quick walk and eating at my desk, so it was nice to leave downtown and enjoy a burger in the little dive bar Mrs F27 and I have adopted as our own. Our waitress had way too much jewelry in her nose, and far too many tattoos, but she was pleasant and kept my diet coke full.
For those of you that have cats, do you know that wonderful golden age, somewhere between 10 and 13, where even the feistiest of cats becomes the bestest lap cat in the world? That's happened recently to Cat27. It's like he's Velcro'd to my lap. When I move, he slinks in behind me, sits on whatever piece of furniture I've just vacated, and then hops back up on my lap when I return. We're becoming so simpatico I don't even notice him hopping on my lap anymore. I'll just look down at my legs, see him, and wonder when the hell he actually got there.
Anybody want to go to a meeting for me? I'm about
to fall into the world's biggest carb stupor.
@M09 - loves me some politics too. Trying to get my niece to come to one of my right-wing-nut-job rallies. Hopefully some fat old white guys in blue suits will help disavow her of her university-inspired socialist streak. ;-)