Sitting here ranting my head off

Okay, picture this:

The little kittens are mewling/yelling, the BBD is pacing all over the place, I’m trying to write something meaningful for my other blog and then the BBD decides to try to get into my lap. One hundred pounds of dog? I don’t think so!

So I sit here ranting and complaining till MP gets tired of it. She reacts by making me wear something she calls the “shortbread cookie hat of shame”.

No, I’m not going to pose for the camera, but if I don’t start to behave myself, then MP may end up posting some candid shots at my photobucket account. Darn it all, why did I ever tell her the password?

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