• A nephew
• A bejeweled jacquard whorehouse lampshade
• A general lack of shame
Showing posts with label being fancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label being fancy. Show all posts
Saturday, June 15, 2019
Friday, May 10, 2019
Three things I’ve done tonight:
1. Photographed a tree:
2. Split a hosta:
3. Purchased a gorgeous new tablesetting and grippy placemat for Bitch Kitty to replace the ratty old plastic bowl she kept pushing next to the litter box and presumably filling with poop dust every time she buried a treasure:
2. Split a hosta:
3. Purchased a gorgeous new tablesetting and grippy placemat for Bitch Kitty to replace the ratty old plastic bowl she kept pushing next to the litter box and presumably filling with poop dust every time she buried a treasure:
Labels:
being fancy,
Bitch Kitty,
horticulture,
hostas,
lists,
litter boxes,
poop,
shopping,
trees,
yard work
Saturday, January 12, 2019
Diary entry: January 12, 2019
Miss Bridget has dined this evening on an amuse-bouche crisp biscuit in a whimsical bone shape, a prix-fixe entrée of locally scooped, hand-poured dark kibble, and an apéretif of fresh water à la faucet.
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