before I go sleepy byes...

Parting with Tiny Kitten was so hard. Yes, she's clearly posessed by the devil, and no, my curtains will never be the same, but I kinda got used to her using the hallway as a Nascar track and my undies are her play things. Even harder to be told she's most likely going to be euthanized today. I told them to call me immediately, and I will go pick her up and bring her straight home if they think her rattly chest is non-appealing to the kitty-wanting public. Dying on the operating table or not being fit enough adoption, my arse.

I'll wait and see.

On a positive note, I had the joy of TGI Friday's with Sarah - dear, sweet Potato Twister-y goodness. I think I may need to roll myself off to bed, I'm so full. *salivates just thinking about it*
It was a good catch up, made better by my all time favorite food group, starch.

Night night :)

Tiny kittens and rings.

Tiny Foster Kitten is going back to the RSPCA today, as she's reached the right weight. She's currently destroying things in my bedroom - just for a change - and I am looking forward to the peace and quiet, and mending all the shoelaces/curtains/laptop leads she has maimed in her stay. Having said that, she has developed sinus problems, and I'm concerned she wont be able to be re-homed. If this is the case, she'll be back here like a shot, happily wreaking havoc on anything delicate, with me cursing her to hell and back. Remind me again - why do I get involved?
My new ring. It's massive and tacky. I heart it.

There's still leftover Reeses Pieces sitting next to me, saying, as clear as anything, EAT ME.

I dare not defy them.

slurp, munch, drool, crunch. Continue.

One of the best things about dating an American? Discovering the above.

Hot diggity damn, I am in love.
I can't get enough.

The sad part is they're so hard to track down, but good Lord, they are worth the wait.

Creepy.

I totally just got the random, bizarre urge to crimp my hair.

No! I said SEVEN eight two, you robotic moron!

I'm having to deal with some truly crap customer service today. I've had a list of things that needed to be dealt with, and true to form, I've put them off til the last minute. So while I'm on hold for the next 35 minutes (and intermittently swearing at the robotic machine lady who asks for my details repeatedly and never understands a word I say) I will eat a massive bowl of Fruity Bix, do a quick post and completely forget everything it is I am calling about.

Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous, and the first nice weather I've seen for about a week, so I packed the dogs in the car and went on a nice road trip to Mums, and of course to the beach. Other than nearly losing my ears to frost bite, it was divine. The dogs had a ball, and didn't manage to roll in anything too revolting, which was handy after their hours of grooming for the day before (see why here).
I (again) had a discrepancy with my new 'healthy eating' diet, and wolfed down several batches of home made fries for dinner, while Mum and I watched dodgy Robbie Williams videos. Ahh, I love going home. It's so nice to have a mother who truly appreciates crap music videos from my childhood in England as much as I do.

I am also happy to report I found several links to trail rides along the beach left on my mac this morning, so I'm hoping I'll be whisked off for a 'secret' horse ride very soon :)

Cleo's no longer...

...a kitten. When did that happen?

lightbulb moment

Now that my Google thing is telling me my biggest amounts of hits are directly related to people finding this blog title...all I have to say is - sit back, relax, stay a while! I'm a whole lot of fun! Just click my newer posts, have a giggle and leave me a comment. You know you want to.

...I only just realized who Davey Jones is from Pirates of the Caribbean.



...considering Love Actually is my all-time favorite movie, comparable only to the Pirates series in times watched (30+), this is slightly disturbing.

Do it!

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TERRENCE!!

Tezz! Yes, hello!

My phone is having issues, and I can't get in contact with Sarah - every time I call from the home phone she's engaged (haha! Of course she's engaged. To you! I mean I get some pompous twat telling me she's on another call) - and I have some OUTSTANDING NEWS that I MUST tell her, or else I'll pop - could you possibly hop on the phone RIGHT NOW and tell her emPAWrium - the pet collar company I found at All Creatures Day - are featuring Phoenix & Sahara as their pets of the month - AND ARE CREATING A NEW LINE OF COLLARS AND NAMING THEM AFTER PHOENIX AND SAHARA! They are launching them at the Million Paws Walk!

*spontaneously combusts with excitement*

Everyone else - please ignore this post.

I'm jammed full of class.

*drools slightly at this image*

I know this will come as a shock to several people, but...

There is still Easter eggs in the house. *Hears the collective gasp*

So, of course, I found it my duty to consume them. Several of them. In one go. No surprise there, I know.

After this, I decided to do some food shopping. After two hours of mindlessly shoving the trolley around (and considering the length of time one would receive in prison for ramming all the irritatingly small children who clearly should not be let out during school holidays, if ever), I arrived at the cashier. This was the moment Chef chose to ask, particularly loudly, over a distance of approximately the entire supermarket, what all the brown goop was all over my posterior.

Yep, that's right. I'd walked around for two hours in a heavily crowded area with melted chocolate stains all over my butt, and thoughtfully, no one had told me. Sexy, no?