Beyond surreal.

Just to make my weekend slightly more amusing, Ben dropped by on Sunday.

Whilst Chef was here.

The two converged on the front lawn, admiring my Jeep and, bizarrely, talking boy talk.

Then, comically, they wandered inside. We sipped tea. My floozy of a cat whored herself over Ben. The boys joined forces and mocked me.

Just to add to my horror, Chef then cooked Ben and myself risotto. Then we walked my dogs like one large, love triangular family, and came home to watch chick flicks.

I can't make this shit up, y'all.




I'm also beginning to realize why it is I have a drinking problem.