The Transporter Couch

What terible news. There was NO good news. Everything across the globe was bad. Wretchedness, misery and pain. Maybe they just timed it for Monday or maybe it was just a bad weekend. I sat here for 15 minutes cogitating on my OWN Monday and all I got off the AP was wretchedness, misery and pain. I’m going to do my best to abandon it and have a great day, though the weather won’t agree.

Mom and Dad had a party last night. It was nice! It was sweet. It was to meet the Romanian next-door-neighboours. They’re not really from Romania I’m just makiing fun. I didn’t get to talk to them much so I don’t really know. I think they’re Mexican but their name is something like Aszkidnazy. Theiy’re handsome people. She’s quite blonde and he’s quite studly, in a “I am 50 years old and I have $50 million in my bank account what do you have?” sort of way. I don’t think she’s a fake blonde…. I think she’s Danish. And I don’t thinks he’s pretentious; I think he’s insecure about his accomplishments.

All in all, had a great time. Lots of good food. Plenty to drink.

The cat sits in the windowsill yowling for attention. She won’t gain entry. She is being punished for jumping on the kitchen counter. I told her if she’s gonna behave like trash she can just live outside. And I mean it. She spends the nights out anyway, why not just live out there.