Somehow this is supposed to excite.
I mean, normally Inka's all tripped out over fowl. Staring out the windows. Crouched down low and ready to pounce on whatever capon comes near.
doo-hickies to the glass so our fine feathered friends wouldn't sacrifice themselves to the window gods. Livid. I mean, making noise like there was no tomorrow.
Apparently, Inka's like, "Why do they put up these damn window doo-hickies, but buy some carcass instead?"
Pearl was like, "Clearly, you've never had THANKS-GIVING. This is the one time a year we get turkey bits. Don't mess this up, biatch!"
Then Pearl lunged for Inka's carotid artery, and Inka went flying down the hallway like some dove in a hawk's crosshairs.
I don't know what Inka's hoping for. Something leaner?
PS. I seems Pearl and Inka have made up already. I tell you. They are cray cray.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
If only Abe would follow the lines. I mean seriously, did he ever color in primary school? Gee-sus.
Abe and I ran in my first 5k. Actually, it was only 2.6 miles. So something like 4.1k. He took a wrong turn which disqualified us from the race. Dumbass. Honestly, couldn't he see the arrow pointing us THAT WAY ---->!!! Instead he was so focused on the dude in front of him that he totally ignored my pulling and tugging him in the other direction. The man is a doofus.
Alas... we were kicked out. Escorted off the course like some sort of common criminal. Once they called the cops, we made a run for the car. Oh well. Next up, the Polar Paws 5k. I'll be official yet!
|I'm not nervous or anything.|
|We coulda won it all!|