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Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Festival of dead bird.

Somehow this is supposed to excite.
What the hell is that? No wonder Inka isn't all that enthusiastic about the "Festival of Dead Bird," er, I mean Thanksgiving.

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.
Man, was she POed when Abe added little sticky 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.
Damn, girls. Settle.

I don't know what Inka's hoping for. Something leaner?
Anyway... Happy Thanksgiving. Maybe Inka and Pearl will be thankful. I know I am. Turkey bits for everyone!

PS. I seems Pearl and Inka have made up already. I tell you. They are cray cray.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Disqualified.

If only Abe would follow the lines. I mean seriously, did he ever color in primary school? Gee-sus.
I'm not nervous or anything.
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.
We coulda won it all!
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!