Cat Shitters Are Cool

I have morphed from a crazy partying alcoholic 23 year old to a cat loving couch ridden granny. The most interesting topic of my conversations lately have been about Frisky and his shitter. I kid you not. My mother and I spoke on the phone for 15 minutes about Frisky's shit, the pot he takes a shit in, how many times it should be changed, and the price ranges of cat shitters. Oh boy oh boy! I can barely contain my excitement. Oh, and did you know that the price of cat shitters at Kmart is double the price of the exact same cat shitter at a Super Walmart? This my frinds, is a fact that you should not forget. I may as well take up knitting and throw some fucking tea parties while I'm at it. Can't forget about those granny panties, either.

I am getting a "makeover" on saturday with Dusty's sister and his mom. They bought me a makeover for Christmas. It is such a wonderful and sweet idea. I'm sure I will end up looking exactly the same, with perhaps a slightly shorter haircut, but nevertheless, I'm excited. It's about damn time for me to get pampered and pretty. Take another look at the gross stomach picture and you will agree with me.

I'm on the lookout for a new layout. Dusty FINALLy convinced me to try out Firefox. I then realized that this layout looks like shit in Firefox. The dotted lines are all crappy and whatnot.

See, what did I tell you? Cat shitters, granny panties, hair salons, and blog layouts. May as well sign up for a nursing home now while I'm ahead.