Saturday, February 11, 2012

I Am Dangerously Close to Becomming That Crazy Cat Lady

Laziness, sloth and overindulgence continue unabated here at Casa de Chelle; this morning I rolled out of bed at 8:00, pulled my hair into a ponytail and proceeded to sit my ass on the couch to watch an ongoing parade of feel-good movies (Hope Floats, anyone?).

The Man-Cub and I did tear ourselves away long enough to stock up on necessary provisions (ice cream, popcorn and trashy magazines) and I did clean the house but, otherwise, yeah; Sloth City.

The Teenager finally roused herself from her slumber at 11:00 and has since occupied the recliner with The Hunger Games in hand; once she powers through the book, I have promised her the use of my Kindle for parts two and three of the series so that she may be completely up to date with the story prior to the release of the first movie next month. She is slightly less slothful than her mother. On this day, anyway.

Truth be told, the least slothful member of the household today is the cat, and; his personal hygiene is stellar.

Nothing to see, here. Move along.

I am slightly concerned about his drinking problem, though.

Come on, one little drop. Give it up for the Finn-master...


Aww, faucet; I love you, man.

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