Our neighborhood decided to BUY AND LIGHT ALL THE FIREWORKZSZZZ .. so we spent most of our evening hours dosing our cats with chillax drugs.
Totally looks like our Winston with a food dish on his head. More cats should wear hats. And shorts.
We also did our patriotic duty and watched Team America: World Police. Because explosions. Because F-YEAH. Because puppet sex.
They must do yoga.
Anyhow, something we also did ... is something called the "Last Supper". It's not as kinky as you may think.
Totally carb-loading right here. OY VEY! |
It that thing that you do before a diet when you go thru a massive FEEDING where you think you will never have a pizza again .. so YOU EAT ALL THE PIZZASSSS. Or wine ... so you drink ALL THE WINES. I even felt the need to eat a brownie ... which was disgusting .. but dammit ... I MUST FEED BEFORE THE GREAT REMOVAL OF FOODS. So, I feel gross and I'm actually looking forward to "eating clean".
More intelligence on the "Last Supper" thinking: http://www.fatnutritionist.com/index.php/the-last-supper-syndrome/
Next up: Preparation Plan H: Getting ready for Sunday Sunday Sunday!
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