The woman across the table from me asks if I have a problem with pictures of black people.

Um, have we met?

Gaaaaah, the tension is killing me. I wish Clinton would just drop out already. I need to win something, even by proxy. Mavs out in first round, Cows out in first round, Dems out in finals last presidential election, and this losing crap is making me nuts. Glad Obama won N Carolina, but it looks like Clinton is hanging on

Sung in the key of whatever, in the style of Dory Taylor’s Song You are my sunshine My fuzzy sunshine You make me happeeeeee When skies are greeeeey You’ll never know Tayyyyyyy How much I luuuuuuuuuuv yew Please don’t take my sunshine awayyyyyy And now… (drumroll please) Pixel’s Song Ooooooooooooooh WHERE oh where has my little cat gone! Oh where

As I sit on the couch this lovely lazy Saturday afternoon and think about the movie we watched last night, Salju is trying to ooch into my lap. Ooching is the army crawl doggies do when they’re told to lay down and stay, but they MUST BE NEAR THE FOOD. Ooching is what cats do when they know Mommy doesn’t