It Ain't Snowing Here Anymore But. . .

Polydactyl cats leave strange footprints. These are from Wampus, the most shoe-sniffinist cat there is. I don't even know how he took time out of his busy shoe sniffin' schedule to leave these prints. Oh wait, yeah I do, 'cause his second most important hobby is spraying everything in our yard. I heart Wampus.

Automatic Forgiveness

For those that don't know, banana chocolate-chip muffins (or sometimes they have the tiny loaves) at Starbucks are really good. No one I know likes them. My friends say they taste like ass. But a chocolately, banana-y ass, I say. And I know I am not to be seen at Starbucks, but for a while they were the only ones up here in Portland, OR who had brewed iced tea, (not that damn soda fountain shiteous lemon mess some folks here call tea. How hard is it to brew tea? If I can do it and I fuck up toast, then tea is damn easy. Hmpf!) which is a major food group to folks from the South, so, as a displaced Texan, ya just gotta swallow yer pride and go where the tea is.