Ding Ding Ding goes the trolley
The very best part of having a teeny apartment in the city is that the kitties are forced to actually pretend to like us and cuddle because there isn't enough room for them any other place. We do like to believe they actually want to shower us with affection, but we both realize to them, we're just walking feeding and watering slaves who brush them in the morning before work. But I guess all parents think this way.
Ohhh....kitty post with pictures. Shit.
Ah, Garland lyrics call me like a siren song to smash myself upon your rocks. Or something like that. Holla Dayton! You have mail.
ahhhhhh, kitty pic!!!
You are dangerously close to Crazy Cat Lady territory. (Although I grudgingly admit that T & D are damn cute.)
Honey, it's:
"Clang, clang, clang," went the trolley,
"Ding, ding, ding," went the bell.
"Zing, zing, zing," went my heart-strings,
For the moment I saw him I fell.
"Chug, chug, chug," went the motor,
"Bump, bump, bump," went the brake,
"Thump, thump, thump," went my heart strings,
When he smiled, I could feel the car shake.
You lose 5 gay points and can't handle anything shiny this weekend.
I know honey, but since the cat's name is "Ding", I thought the "Ding, Ding, Ding..." went a little better. Everyone knows it's "clang, clang, clang".
I think you gain your gay points back by posting a photo of your husband with his pants undone. I'm just saying.