Life in General

I swear to god, if you choose to go on a summer hike in Death Valley, you fucking deserve everything that comes to you.

This morning is that magical weather conditions where it’s not cool enough for the cats to snuggle up to us, but not warm enough to keep them docile. Instead, they’ve been awake since before 6am, running around the house like little demons. Shawshank yelled at Pippin for trying to scale a pile of clothing and…

On Wednesday we wear pink, unless we’re not doing anything, in which case we just sloth about.