Maurice and I must think we're the queens or something. We kept our lazy butts in bed until after nine this morning. If she tried to wake me up before that, I didn't know it. Sometimes I wonder if Maurice even has the usual needs for peeing and pooping. I swear to you- I NEVER see her doing either. Of course, I don't watch her every moment she's outside, but still. Such a difference between a young cat and an old dog.
Yeah. You can quote me on that little bit of profundity.
I tried to watch Osage County last night and it was so ugly that I just could not. Is that okay? Sorry, Meryl. Sorry, Julia. Watching it felt like being beat with sorrowful horror. Two things which are bad enough on their own. Combine them and hand me the remote.
Anyway, it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood and Ms. Jessie and I are going to go to Apalachicola for real and true. She's coming out here and I need to get ready. I am SO excited! What will we do? Where will we stop?
Wherever we want!
I'll report in. I'm sure you'll be waiting with bated breath, not to be confused with baited breath, which is how we'll be after eating something oceany and lovely for our lunch.