kitty clock

The little fokker gets herself up on top of the antique wall clock and here she spends the morning watching us all pass by.

It's ground hog day and colonoscopy day all rolled up into one. I was going to blip a shot of my ass crack but then there'd definitely be six more weeks of Winter.

Yesterday was the Super Bowl and Ray and Beth threw a big party. I wasn't allowed to eat any solid foods for the "prep". Fortunately Bud Lime and margueritas are "clear liquids".