First world problem – a non-working cell phone that carries over to a week.
My iPhone 6 took a literal dump. Complete with a cracked screen (I seriously replaced that motherfucker four times – FOUR TIMES and each and every time cracking occurred, it had a protective screen on it) and total black out of the phone BUT if I kept it charged, sometimes Siri would work. Bonus, I was gifted an iWatch from Sister CBXB for my birthday and I could use that to talk and text like a fucking secret service agent.
Wanna know how I felt as soon as I had a brand new phone in my hands?
While I was awaiting my new phone, I was able to
hire, beg my gal pal Rasta, into being my own personal paparazzi. My cousin, Tballs and his wife with whom he’s been with so long, she feels like a cousin, Hussy #5 visited Nashville and naturally, I needed documentation.
Dad’s Day required margaritas and four heaping bowls of salsa.
My twins of The Pussy Posse turned six last week. They were overjoyed. Obviously.
Another member of my posse is making the rounds at the vet (and I’m still paying off Ted who’s been over the Rainbow Bridge for almost a year), Precious my chug.
Pres is 12 years old but truly acts like a puppy in the fact that she canNOT contain her excitement over anything. At all. So, in the recent weeks, she’s been so excited seeing her leash, she passes out for a few seconds. The first time at the vet, we were supposed to keep an eye on her. Then, she passed out upon my return home from work last week (I mean, I do know how to make an entrance into a room).
Vet visit two resulted in a referral to a pet cardiologist AND an order to keep this chug as calm as possible. I sound like a fucking ass clown coming home from work, trying to talk in a monotone voice, when typically my screech could shatter windows when talking to my fur kids.
I’m not even supposed to take her out to pee (she’s puppy pad trained) because the sight of her sparkle leash literally makes her pass out. So what’s a fabulous fur mom supposed to do for a little stimulation? Put her in a Louis Vuitton and take her on errand runs.
Preshy even joined First Mate and yours truly for an early Friday happy hour.
While speaking of illnesses and fur kids, Mama CBXB has two pussies that I may or may not have had a hand in getting her. One is a fucking beast who gives all felines a bad name – hissing and batting at legs and making sounds that don’t seem like they belong on this planet. The other, is the sweetest little baby you could imagine. Yet, they get along.
When I tried picking the beast up over the weekend, I got a little souvenir for my heroic efforts of love.
Speaking of hair, look who is the proud owner of some colored locks…
My nephew, Prince B, is taking after his folks for a love of baking. This weekend it was pizza.
After a week full of shit show news, it was good to get out and about at Nashville Pride.
Roaming the festival with Rasta.
One of my fave parts of festivals is gawking at people and boy, this one did not disappoint. The best t-shirt ever goes out to this dude, who found it on Etsy.
It was also Tan Boy’s birthday and we had a big time making fun of my blondeness.
Pride weekend was a much-needed positive reminder after all of the hate spew coming from people of all walks of life these days.
Regardless of your political affiliation, every person bleeds red, compassion is compassion and treating people like actual human beings is NOT hard.
Care your fucking brains out with compassion. It matters. If you need any guidance on how to do this, give me a ring. I no longer have to shout into my wrist.