Lately Facebook has been trying to convince me that my marriage is off track. Why do I think that, you ask? Because my news feed has been overrun with ads for romance novels. Now, do *I* have any complaints about my marriage? Nope. I happen to think The Husband and I are a great match.
Gather round, friends. I’m about to make an announcement. I am running for President in 2020. Why, you ask? Why not. Everyone else is doing it. At last count, there are already approximately 3,729.25 candidates already in the running. (The 0.25 is for a guy named Joe who’s thinking about it, and has formally declared
Greetings, humans. Amy is having a rough week and not feeling well, so once again I, The Cat, am stepping in to cover this week’s blog post. You may recall in my previous blog takeover I gave a thoughtful critique outlining my disappointment in how the film industry portrays cats. I was given practically no
So I had a great idea for the blog the other day. Y’all are really gonna like this one. I was thinking about how…uh… …there was this really funny thing that happened, and… …what the crap was it? Umm…hold on…it will come back to me. Oh right. I was going to write a blog about
Today I decided I want to invest in a convertible. No, I’m not talking about a new car. I plan to keep my current vehicle, a 2008 Toyota Corolla named Mrs. Roboto, with me for as long as possible. Because I hate changing cars, but even more than that I hate having a car payment.