Who says Friday the 13th is bad luck?
Friday, I stopped by my fave watering hole Dalts to learn that I’d won the Superbowl pool, as I happened to bet on just the perfect box.
While I was rolling in the dough, Princess B was putting the finishing touches on her Valentine in frigid Iowa.
I found myself busy chalking up more sideways glances than a Brian Williams statement in my crazy cat lady giddy up, prancing around Nashville in my day of love sweater.
Valentine’s Day seemed to exhaust Prince and Princess B who could only muster a nap in their bouncy ball house.
But love was all around the mini manse when Dada CBXB appeared and New Cat mauled him all afternoon.
Maybe it was because New New could smell the tasty burgers in which we’d just stuffed our faces.
The twins got to attend their first Iowa Hawkeyes basketball game on Sunday and they couldn’t contain their excitement…
On the other hand, I was busy tending to more important matters as ice was in the forecast for Nashville.
Being that I live in the 90210 of Nashville (the outskirts – but still) I was thrilled to see this lady gussied up in her finest fur, while keeping it relaxed in the sneakers and low budget on the vodka.
And this morning, the ice had arrived in thick droves.
Because I live in a region of America where we have two snow plows and zero winter weather preparation (in a city with a population close to one million) all of Nashville is enjoying an Oprah moment.
But I must say, snuggling down between the sheets with my favorite pussy hasn’t sucked at all.
So while I have Captain, wine and more Captain to keep my belly warm, I sense this might be an issue in the next three to four hours…
I may wake up with half of my face eaten off tomorrow morning, which would serve a cray cray cat lady right.
Paws crossed that doesn’t happen…