I’m going to try Ark’s suggestion for making a proper embedded video post.
So far no luck. I do use the app. Let’s save this (hopefully) and try via Safari…
Can’t do it. I’m on the free WP version so it wants me to upgrade to share video.
Oh well. Here is my wee man having a great old time playing with ice in the big dog water bowl.
Now I’ve done all the work, but can’t figure out how to post. Nope, the app is way better.
Before I get into the reason behind the title, some cute pictures.
He has decided my nightly drink is also a toy. I told him he is too young for craft beer – he has to start with the cheap stuff like any teenager!
I’m actually not sure if brother Lokii loves him, or wants to smother him.
They still use Spot’s bed. But the pair don’t fit inside it as well as they used to. Two weeks ago at the vet Lumi was weighed – 3.25 kilos or over 7 pounds! Half a stone! He was only barely 5 months old. He is going to be a big kitty!
So, here is the reason behind the post title. If you are easily grossed-out, stop here!
I think I’ve mentioned that Lumi always wakes up with me. He always comes and licks my eyes and ‘meeps’ in my face – every morning since we brought him home. Recently he started licking my lips and smelling my nasty morning breath. Cats are weird.
This morning was much the same. I was flat on my back, Lumi was right on my neck/chest giving me kisses and purrs.
Then he turned around, like he was going to lie back down on my right shoulder. I felt something wet drag across my cheek and my lower lip as he turned. I was immediately concerned- why is my kitten wet when he just woke up?
I turned my head to look – and got a close up view of a kitty-willy.
Yep, he had his little lipstick out, and almost stuck it in my mouth.
Lumi, I love you too – but not like THAT!
Sigh. It was an ugly aloe, anyway. But I did like the pot.
I needed new work boots! As you can see. Exactly the same model, but so nice and shiny clean it seems a shame to beat them to hell, too. I managed to wear them from 9:30 to 4:15 today before I got sore. They just need to loosen up a bit. Condsidering that I have walked an average of 8km (5miles) a day at work this week, that isn’t a bad break-in time before I realised I might be heading toward blister-toes.
I’m married to a shoe-guy. He is also the shopper of the family. He is also really, really good at spotting a good, rare shoe at a great price. So now I have two beautiful sets of Doc Martens. I love that he knows me so well that he gets me amazing boots or kicks (sneakers) that I will actually wear! The black ones are called Coralie, quilted leather. The brown ones are…who knows. Now, I just need to be the kinda gal who changes her shoes three times a day so I can wear them all…
Himself just did a load of laundry wearing nothing but garden-clogs. That might not sound so strange.
However! Our washing machine is in a shed entirely outside of the house. Yep, I got treated to him coming and going, stark naked in the rain (literally).
Our neighbours must be scarred for life – oh yes, they could easily look down from one room and see him in all his, ahem, glory! And they thought me in a bikini was bad!
Do you have someone who does crazy things to make you laugh, too?
(aren’t you glad this is a photo-free post?)
…is something I rarely do. But today I saw something so awesome I’d like to hop a plane to California just to try it.
Burger King’s Mac n’ Cheetos. It is mac and cheese, deep fried in a Cheetos crust.
I want this bit of frankenfood in my mouth right now. I don’t care how bad it is for me. I want it in my bellah. I want deep fried Cheeto smell all over my fingers. And orange teeth.
I haven’t had Mac and cheese in a couple of years, and I haven’t had a Cheeto in over a decade. If anyone deserves to eat this, it is me!
Here’s a taste-test video. Damn him, damn him to hell for getting a bite of comfort-food heaven (he might be going there already for saying ‘digging it’ so damn often).
I’m also annoyed that they spelled it n’ instead of ‘n. Burger King, fix that! I love you.
In keeping with the last post with a musical title.
Our next door neighbors have started to let their cat outside. She is spayed, and has a bell on her collar – both good things!
But man, she sure pisses my Spottie-Cat off! The dog doesn’t know what to think. Chase? Not chase? She usually picks ‘whining in just that high-pitched-note that makes Spiders want to scream.’
Me giving the salute, hubby with camera glued to his face.
Points for knowing the song in the title!
There isn’t any agony. I just couldn’t resist the pun!
I was sitting outside reading, and felt something on my bare foot. First instinct was to fling whatever it was off, but something made me look first.
A little friend!
And you wouldn’t be seeing these pictures if I hadn’t done my nails yesterday for a wedding. It’s officially spring when the rainbow toenail polish is on!
I think she needed a warm place to rest. I’m always warm!
I’m also not very ticklish, so those little light feet traversing up my foot didn’t bother me a bit.
She stayed about 10 minutes on my toe. I went back to my book. The next time I looked…
What the…is that bee-pee???
Yeppers. I had a bee pee on me. That’s what I get for being nice!