Steeling myself for another round of cranky charges. I put together a few little projects last night in the hope that I might be able to keep their attention diverted away from fighting today. We'll see how it goes. And god help me, I WILL turn on the tv if that's what it takes.
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I can't believe the men of America voted her as their top New Year's date. I mean, traditionally, it's a three-way slugfest between Maggie, Veg and me. Fuckers. And as far as women wanting to have dinner with Ashton Kutcher? I'm pretty sure I could have a more intelligent conversation with one of my cats. Besides, he won't be around long once Miss Knees and I put our plans in motion...
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Link much?
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