My Nashville weekend was full of cats (naturally), a little singing, snacks and all kinds of cocktails.
Being that I was about to piss my pants upon entering my mini manse Friday after work, I was unable to stop and conduct my typical greeting to my adoring felines. Not having any of that, Mr. Needypants wouldn’t leave me alone for all of 32 seconds to go to the bathroom.
Crazy cat lady can’t even piss without a cat in lap.
After showering New Cat with the appropriate affection on the toilet, I rushed around as was hosting a vocal rehearsal for No Name Band and needed to pull the proper ingredients for a successful evening.
Successful ingredient #1: A buffet of Captain for Skinny Pirates.
Successful ingredient #2: A few ‘healthy’ snacks.
While all of the rehearsal shenanigans were taking place inside, these two couldn’t have cared less what was going on.
Curiosity definitely not killing these cats.
Earlier in the day, I received a brand new (to me) queen size bed (I’ve been sleeping double my entire adult life) for free and was beyond excited to give it the first test run.
Happy for all of three minutes.
Being that the bed is solid as a rock…I got about two hours of sleep. But beggars can’t be choosy, right?
While visiting my folks this past weekend, I gave little Elvis a manicure, which he was none-too-thrilled about receiving.
Stop. Mani time.
It turns out that my niece, Princess B does a pretty good imitation of her feline uncle.
Cray cray cat lady in the making.
Although Father’s Day was a month ago and I am absolutely behind on gift giving (I just like to streeeeetch a holiday out, OK?) I lovingly wrapped up Dad’s gift in my fave hue.
Pretty in pink.
What gigantic man doesn’t need a teeny tiny pocket hose?
I couldn’t stop laughing my ass off at my nephew Prince B, who just learned the meaning of ‘cheese’ before a photo.
First time cheeser.
Saturday evening called for some low-key cocktails and company.
Saturday night mini soiree.
Of course the Snack Queen had to have munchies.
After a few libations, we got the Moonshine-a-Rita out for a taste testing.
Moonshine-a-rita is also known as Boob Juice (as will make clothes fall off if too much is consumed).
Naturally, I couldn’t just stop with one Boob Juice shot.
Feels so good when it hits the lips.
And the over consumption of moonshine lead to (no, not clothes falling off – get your head out of the damn gutter!) photo bombing.
Sober or tipsy, I’ve got the skills for ruining a pic.
All of the party shenanigans made NC feel drunk by association.
My pussy passed out with PBR. So proud.
Once we had a leaning chair calling for someone to sit in, we decided it was time to call the sober drivers.
Ominous sign of a broken tailbone.
Detoxing by the pool was a fabulous way to spend Sunday.
Sunglasses hide sins.
In between sips of a bloody mary and dips in the pool, I ran to my fave Hallmark store to purchase a must-have ornament.
Christmas in July with a Frozen theme.
I couldn’t wait to get my hands on this year’s Christmas Vacation ornament, which did not disappoint.
I got the last one – fate!
After the holiday shopping spree and the pool, I was greeted back to the mini manse with two feuding felines on the porch.
Ted can’t keep his big mouth shut…I’ve possibly been a bad influence.
Giving my precious pussies a lecture in love, I showed them the sibling fondness occurring in Iowa.
Why can’t my cats love like B & B?
Apparently the visual sunk in, as this is how we spent the rest of our Sunday.
The kiss and make-up session.
Here’s hoping your week is off to a fabulous start!
Cheers!
Cowboys and Crossbones 