Line Dance With the Family

You might know I've been taking line dancing lessons for several months now. I know, I know, it's an old people's thing. We go to the senior center and see if we can still move our bones each week. But, it turns out it could be a family thing. Check this out...

A Stitch in Time?

Two stitches out of three left. We had no choice but to find the cone. Little J and Grandma embarked on a cat's eye view adventure. Just as we were considering the alteration that of that ugly brown funnel that Little J got in his Halloween goodies (from our local police department... what where they thinking?), we discovered the cone wedged between Little J's video game stand and the wall. Grandma is hoping not to come down with cat scratch fever; the claws were unrelenting. Here is Wanda getting even. If the cone doesn't come off, I fear the TV is next.

Oh No It's a Hangover

It's been almost 20 years. I've gone to meetings. I've followed steps. I've behaved. Really. For almost 20 years. And then I blew it. I stopped going to meetings. I skipped over the steps. I gave in to the cravings.

The result... sometimes these are referred to as a hangover... sometimes "muffin tops"... Oprah calls it Dunlap syndrome. Whatever it is, I'll admit it, I got 'em. But these are not mine... you couldn't pay me enough to put a picture of mine here.

Change of Life

Much to Little J's chagrin, Wanda will not be producing any little kitties and it looks like she might be just a little disturbed by this predicament. Or is that a don't-you-dare-put-that-cone-back-on-my-head pose? Believe me I would put that cone back if I could find it. It seemed to have disappeared over night. Yep, she is up to her old tricks... somehow I thought a little change or life procedure might tame her habits. Not. The vet will not be happy if she pulls out those stitches. I will not be happy if I must pay yet another vet bill to put those stitches back. Doesn't she realize she is on her last life?

It's Alive

Wanda swears the chicken moved. It's alive. Minnie and Rusty don't believe a single meow.

Notice, Wanda is still alive also. Barely hanging on to that last life.

Are we amewsed yet?

Hmmmmm... I wonder if the restaurant where I dined last night got their chicken the same place. Their attempt to disguise the rubbery textured chicken with pasta sauce was futile.

Last Life?

I think I found out why my printer has been jamming lately. One Life Left to Live...

Cleaning Up the Evidence

Wanda was bad.

I caught her trying to turn on the light...

I do believe she intended to launder Grandpa's

jacket before he found the mess.

2 lives????

Wanda Has Food Issues

First she gets into the pots and pans... a little Tuna Helper perhaps?

Then she gets into the fine china...

But she settles for the rubber chicken.

This is worth what?

Just a little research and I find that my blog entries are worth an average of $3.83 each. Hey, that's not so bad. If I made a mere 36 entries per day, I could almost retire.

My blog is worth $2,258.16.
How much is your blog worth?

Whut Hatz

Check this one out. ICANHASCHEEZBURGER.COM I laughed out loud at work. Fortunately no one was here to hear me. I think maybe, just maybe, Wanda might have a chance to gain a few lives here. She might get famous. But, I'll need your votes if you happen to see her picture there. Watch for it. Hint: It will contain the words "Whut Hatz" and you will probably recognize the picture.