Weekend Winks – Anniversary Style

Disclaimer: I unabashedly claim the title as Nashville’s craziest cat lady, so when you read the next sentence, you shouldn’t be shocked.

This past weekend called for a celebration as the fur ball love of my life Teddy Bear and I celebrated our five-year anniversary (yes, not only do I cry in cat cemeteries, wear cray cray cat lady lingerie, and nurse broken cat hearts back to life, I also celebrate our milestones together. Judge away).

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Ah, five years of bliss (for me…Ted might have another phrase running through his mind…)

We prepped Friday evening by lying low with wine and salad.

Friday fun

Friday fun.

And Bear was not amused when I was filling him in on all of the upcoming party shenanigans I had in store for him the following evening.

A little r'n'r preparty

Being the life of the party is hard work.

I awoke Saturday to a familiar barnyard sound.  When I groggily got up to peer out the window, I was pretty sure I was dreaming because what to my wondering eyes did appear but a rooster, cock-a-doodling with a chicken in hot pursuit. WTF?

WTF?

Just sauntering through the backyard. Wonder if they were headed to Target?

After assuring Ted that chickens don’t make good food (he’s allergic to all chicken products – for real) as he was practically foaming at the mouth, I diverted his attention with party balloons.

Teddy's own WTF moment

What rooster?

Party time

Party time!

Once our guests arrived, we were sure to let no one go thirsty.

no one was left without a drink

Being that this was little M’s first party, we couldn’t let her go without a bottle now, could we?

A major party foul occurred just as I was about to take a sip out of my first cocktail. Two young, obviously frightened deer sprinted down my driveway and into the brush. What would force sweet deer down a noisy party driveway? Thirteen year old boys chasing them down the street, that’s who. Well, not on my watch…I marched out to the street to speak with the little hood rats and promptly forgot what attire I was in while scolding the boys. They took me oh-so-seriously. Wouldn’t you?

Don't mess with this...

Nobody Fs with Bambi in my neighborhood!

Our resident boy scout was able to keep a fire going, even though I only provided him with rain-soaked wood.

Wild B was our resident fire starteer...complete with wet wood

Impressive.

Even with the fire, this party goer almost got thrown out for lack of style…

If there's anything i hate as much as Crocs, it's socks with sandals.

If there’s anything I hate as much as Crocs, it’s socks with sandals. FAIL!

When it was time to head inside and celebrate with cake, I found this on my couch.

Every party has a pooper...

Every party has a pooper…Gpa can hardly stand the excitement of the anniversary soiree.

Ted’s Gma prepared his (well, maybe my) favorite treats – yellow cake with chocolate frosting.

Kit cat cupcake

Kit cat topped cupcake.

And while Ted refused to get up off of his bed, he was more than willing to take a couple licks of cake.

Cupcake a deux

Cupcake a deux.

TB could hardly keep his eyes open after his sugar rush but the party wore on (for a few of us anyway).

What party is complete without white whiskey?

What party is complete without white whiskey?

and then...

An early Mother’s Day cocktail…

And then...

Lead to …well, we’re not sure.

Although my mother thought it would be hysterical to accidentally lock me out of my own mini manse while I was out picking up the party trash (real garbage, not actual people in this case). But the joke was really on her because I know how to tear off a screen from a window (she raised such a smarty pants).

This blonde does have a brain!

This blonde does have a brain!

Graceful....not a word much associated with yours truly

Graceful….not a word much associated with yours truly.

And while my mom and I carried on the celebrating the next day over a Mexican Mother’s Day lunch, Teddy was in deep recovery from being the star of the show.

Party pooped!

Party pooped!

How long do you think Ted will make me pay for this weekend?

CBXB

CBXB!

Weekend Winks

A little Christmas action, a sisterly visit and a teeny tiny bit of shopping took place in Nashville this weekend….

Typically I don’t put the tree up before Turkey Day but in preparation for a holiday away, I wanted to put the beauty up. Teddy took the box over as his lair, of course.

This is what it looked like as the Handsome Cat Wrangler tried to remove Ted from the tree box. My cat is so high maintenance. Wonder where he got that trait?

First I had to slip my favorite Christmas tee on to get in the festive mood.

A little lovin’ by the pink tree (what else do you expect from me?) with Ted’s favorite Auntie A.

A whole lot of love sent from my friend and blog reader Victoria who wanted to add something special to my Cray Cray Cat Lady Lingerie.

Leopard gloves with lighted fingernails. OMFG. Teddy wasn’t sure what to think about them.

After seeing how fabulous these gloves are, Teddy insists I put them on when I hold him (4 hours per day).

Does this shirt make her head look fat? My sister trying to put on a blouse. To which I about pissed my pants before I was able to take a picture of the dressing room debacle. I’m sure it sounded like a three ringed circus in the fitting room to the sales woman.

I saw a glimpse of myself at the tender age of 90. Complete in a sequins jacket and velvet pants, while browsing for new shoes (I expect nothing less from myself).

Of course, I would have a pink rhinestone encrusted walker, though.

Window drooling at Juicy Couture. Hoping Santa took notes.

An item to add to my lust list. Michael Kors gold blinged out watch. Just a mere $550. I wore it around the store, then begrudgingly put it back in its case.

A little Sunday night tuna for two. Yes, I let Ted eat a bit. And yes, I know he licks his own ass. I’m a crazy cat lady, remember?!

Ending Sunday evening with a little rest for the weary. All the weekend festivities really wore TB out. And maybe me too…

Until next Monday, when I’ll be decompressing from all of my turkey –

CBXB