(This is the day that I didn’t take a picture, oops)
It’s so tiring being this handsome.
My ego was tired today so I just didn’t do my hair.
Strawberry White Chocolate Bread
When you have to fend for yourself, pinterest is your best friend. It’s been taste test approved.
Taste tested, cat approved. (Unfortunately).
Oh, you wanted Mermaid nails?
Mermaid Nails = Complete
In first grade I learned that mixing pink and blue makes purple. Thus, we have mermaid nails.
I thought I’d never love another furry thing as much as I love Jasper, but now two hairballs have my heart.
Two tweets from yesterday
Two things you should know: I’m fascinated by cheetah print slugs (I typed sluts there the first time accidentally, har har), and I must own the cat poetry collection. Look for a review in a few weeks.
Raise your hand if….
you do laundry on Sunday’s. Isn’t it just the best day to smell fresh, hot clothes while you watch NFL football and hope you stomp in fantasy.
I just love this question because it’s a good one. We all keep books on our nightstand (or in my case the poor-girls book basket by the bed) or on our bookshelves in our rooms, but where else? Do you like to read meta-fiction by the toilet, or magical realism in the kitchen?
(I’m just really hoping Miss Bolden ended on “bud.”)
Favorite Search Terms:
- mona lisa with cat: I just love that you came to my blog with this. It seems I am discussing the right things.
- books that have food contests: You’re looking for the State Fair. Look for the red and white checked picnic table cloth.
- the cat lady book by roald dahl: How is it that I had never heard of this before this search term came up? Disappointed in myself.
- how to decorate a love poem: You do this with gushy sentimentalities.
- what is a catchy title for a science fair project about recycling paper?: I got nothin’. Anyone have anything?
- ninja takes out the trash: is he wearing all black? did he have to judu-chop the lid?
This week is once again about my cat.
Day 56 | Rabbit Foot
Remember when you were in seventh grade and you carried that purple rabbit foot key chain on the bottom strap of your backpack. And you thought you had all the luck in the world; you practically bathed in fortune cookies and your horoscopes were always aligned in the stars. Then, a women in your memoir class writes a piece about stunning rabbits with her fist, skinning each alive and slipping the fur off like pajamas. Rabbit feet are not cool anymore, but my cat has no choice but to be part rabbit, part beast.
Day 57 | Pinterest Recipes
One of my goals for this year was to actually create things that I find on pinterest instead of just planning my make-believe life. Pinterest recipe trial #1: Mexican Pizza.
Day 58 | Spring Sidewalk
March 1st: Spring had already come, and drooped. Petals in puddles on my run.
Day 59 | Cave Men
On Wednesday, my dad and boy had an epic battle over steak sizes, over text messages. Let me rephrase that, on Wednesday, I was sent back to the time of the cave. This is the picture that came of it.
Day 60 | NACHO GIRLFRIEND
It was the last “Cooking with Cass” this week at the teen center. We made nachos. Of course when I say “No Guns” in pictures, boys get their finger ammunition ready.
Day 61 | Creek Bed
Once I tried to pee behind a bush back here and out of nowhere appeared a snake. Don’t worry, I didn’t have a chance to show it any moons.
Day 62 | Auto Zone: Where Men Go to Hang Out.
My dad has announced I’m officially an adult because I can go into Auto Zone by myself for my oil change supplies. Now if I could just perform that oil change.