Category Archives: with cats

It’s the subtle differences.


So, I MIGHT have been buying a bottle of Chardonnay at 10 of 10 on a Monday night on my way home from singing Baritone in a barbershop quartet-style acapella chorus I just joined. But at LEAST I wasn’t braless in a pink house dress and Tevas buying two pints of ice cream, Fancy Feast cat food and “Us” magazine (or as I like to call it, “Them”). At LEAST!!!