My Nashville weekend consisted of celebrating a pussy’s anniversary, twins entering their second year on the planet and seeing a girlfriend move to the beach (that bitch).
First Mate packed up her bags and moved her tiny ass to the beaches of Florida on Friday. Now I know you don’t feel sorry for her but can you feel a teeny-weeny tiny sad for me? She’s one of my only unmarried without children friends who can still do things on a moment’s notice. Poor me…guess I’ll just have to go visit her at the beach.
My Iowa twosome were extremely busy gearing up for their second birthday party.
My folks and I were not only celebrating the twins in Nashville on Saturday but we were also cheering on our Iowa Hawkeye basketball team AND honoring New Cat’s first 365 days in my mini manse.
We may or may not have done a moonshine shot every single time Iowa made a basket.
No, we really didn’t do that.
Or did we…..?
I really did need some moonshine while trying to stuff New Cat in to his anniversary giddy up.
But Grammie CBXB brought in an anniversary card accompanied by a felt fish laced with catnip. Being that I am a person who doesn’t consume anything unhealthy (unless it’s a Skinny Pirate, wine, vodka, moonshine, white whiskey or a fried food – obviously my body is my temple) it never dawned on me that New New would be interested in something that might mellow him the fuck out.
While we were busy getting felines high, Prince and Princess B were partying hard with birthday cake and candles.
Thankfully they were able to work off their sugar rush in a bouncy house.
Turns out, both my nephew and niece take after yours truly (much to the chagrin of their parents) in some special way…
Prince B eats just like his Auntie CBXB.
And Princess B is mastering the art of a selfie.
No Weekend Winks post would be complete without the star of my life, Mr. Ted E. Bear, who was more than displeased that none of the weekend shenanigans had anything to do with him.
Obviously my cat also takes after me…