We're having a lazy weekend here at Casa de Big Kitty. Today, I showered and put on pants. Not so much because I stunk, but because I stunk SO BADLY and spent yesterday in PJs with no bra. Say what you will about the love of a good man, but I don't believe that Dr. Boy was looking to shack up in squalor. Ah, how I miss living alone some days... when I could watch Oprah, and fall prey to the Napping Kitty without fear of scorn or alienation of affection. Napping Kitty is Grumpy's alter ego. He's like Kryponite, sapping my strength, rendering me helpless on the couch. Even Dr. Boy has commented that he's a "good napping snuggler." Bless. I may keep them both.
Today I ate 9 pigs in a blanket. BARF! I really want to die, but luckily I can soothe myself with Grilled Cheese. Not the real stuff - the baked on whole grain bread version that I was raised on by my poor Weight Watchers-enduring mother. With a Coke. As god intended.
You may be wondering why I have american cheese. My boyfriend, left to his own devices this week, made one of his favorite childhood recipes. American cheese, evaporated milk (which he informs me is different from condensed milk), Ragu... it makes me queasy just to think about it. But, happily, there are no leftovers, and now I can eat my processed, over-salted, whole wheat goodness before my afternoon nap. And, really, that's all that matters.
I've gathered all of the 45 State Quarters that have been released, and realized that I have to get crack-a-lacking on my Mardi Gras menu. But, for now, sleep with Grumpy. Cuz it's the middle of the afternoon.
XOXO,
M
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