My adorable, erratic, snotty nephew has made me quite achy and cranky. So, this blog may not be as fun as usual. However, the pictures are just as delicious as red velvet cupcakes, with a little heavy metal on the side.
Canopy bed. Warm Socks. Braided Hair. Book. I’m just a regular Rapunzel if I do say so myself.
My cat will feature almost every week on this blog. 1. He’s just so photogenic. And 2. Because of how he likes to expand a room. Who needs Feng Shiu when you have a furry animal? You better believe I have a Justin Bieber calendar. I knew you were looking….You can thank Sars for that one.
This is only the second out of three where he will appear this week. Are you officially a cat lady after one, or is it more like six? Because then, I just haven’t made it yet.
There’s this really sweet place in Durham that has all kinds of useless shit cluttered around and somehow people take pieces of that like: plastic, leather, wooden spatulas, medical supplies, beakers, syringes, and Brownie girl scout patches and create some magical, odd thing with it. Prepare to be amazed at my girl scout patch earrings next week. Around the store are various signs letting you know how important it is to recycle, and thus why you are creating beautiful shit, out of trash. Visit the website here.
I took a lot of pictures of my teen boys playing football. However, this one is my personal favorite because the look on Daniel’s face is the look that bullies everywhere should cower too.
A kitchen cat. He refuses to be trained off of the kitchen cabinets, counters, and island and so he sits like a king on his island throne for a lot of the day. Until my dad sees him and brings on the man voice.
This is my nephew. Now you see him, now you don’t.
I bet you’re asking yourself how two creative geniuses wound up in the same gene pool right about now…
This is the audience participation song. Go ahead, participate at your computer. Just raise your fist in the air like you’re at a rally for something terrible, “the audacity of those people who don’t want cats to be shaved” – and yell, “Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy!” You know, like the beginning of the phrase “Oy Vey!”
Not only is my brother witty, but he plays through being an old man and secretly having carpel tunnel.