Summer's here. The shades go up in the car windshield whenever we park, and we've been using the A/C at night in the bedroom for a few weeks now. I always try and hold out on closing up the windows and cooling the whole apartment (our power bills always soar up about $50 - $60 higher a month), but soon Otis will start to throw up from the heat and that's our cue to shut the place up. Of course, he hates that too, because it means no open doorways or window screens to observe the outside world. Otis does love watching the "kitty TV."
Obviously, I don't know enough freaky people. Then I could fill this blog with tales of their freakdom and really entertain you. Unfortunately, it is just me with my tales of cat puke.
My sister and her photographer went to London.
Apparently I come by this trait honestly. My father also went to England, but from the album he sent out you'd think that it was a Pamela-does-London-for-Vogue tour. (If Sassy were still in existence, I would have used that.) I am equally guilty of being the Phantom Tourist. This is a reminder to hand the camera over to Christina now and again.
Obviously, I don't know enough freaky people. Then I could fill this blog with tales of their freakdom and really entertain you. Unfortunately, it is just me with my tales of cat puke.
My sister and her photographer went to London.
Apparently I come by this trait honestly. My father also went to England, but from the album he sent out you'd think that it was a Pamela-does-London-for-Vogue tour. (If Sassy were still in existence, I would have used that.) I am equally guilty of being the Phantom Tourist. This is a reminder to hand the camera over to Christina now and again.
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