Wait, so all this time it was actually “Glory HOLE to Jesus”?

Wait, so all this time it was actually “Glory HOLE to Jesus”?

A little throwback caturday. 
I can’t remember if I’ve ever posted this pic before. This is (was) our cat. She died back in early 2010. When we moved into this house, it took her less than a day to figure out how to get up onto those beams.
She would scare the shit out of my wife being up there. We’d come home, walk into the dining room and hear a meowed greeting coming from overhead. She’d be laying there, with her head hanging over the side, not a care in the world.
I have another pic of her curled up and sound asleep on the ledge in the very back corner where the two windowed walls meet.
The legacy does live on. In a spot, very close to where she’s standing in the pic, she once coughed up a hairball or something. To this day, there’s still a small stained circle area right there, because I don’t have a ladder big enough for me to get up there. The one time we had a worker in the house with a 25ft ladder, it didn’t occur to me to use it until after they left.  And no, I can’t climb out from the loft and walk out on to the beam. 

A little throwback caturday. 

I can’t remember if I’ve ever posted this pic before. This is (was) our cat. She died back in early 2010. When we moved into this house, it took her less than a day to figure out how to get up onto those beams.

She would scare the shit out of my wife being up there. We’d come home, walk into the dining room and hear a meowed greeting coming from overhead. She’d be laying there, with her head hanging over the side, not a care in the world.

I have another pic of her curled up and sound asleep on the ledge in the very back corner where the two windowed walls meet.

The legacy does live on. In a spot, very close to where she’s standing in the pic, she once coughed up a hairball or something. To this day, there’s still a small stained circle area right there, because I don’t have a ladder big enough for me to get up there. The one time we had a worker in the house with a 25ft ladder, it didn’t occur to me to use it until after they left.  And no, I can’t climb out from the loft and walk out on to the beam. 

You know what we should make?

A dating site for all the single socks in the drawer.  One sock always vanishes to who knows where, and the mismatched ones are sitting around now, unused and doing nothing. 

So howbout FootBook, or NoMatch.com or something? Socks can post their profiles and find a new sock solemate. 

These are the idiotic things I think of in the shower. This one would have been a snicker and move on until I started imagining the profile pictures. Like, athletic socks showing their abs, or ‘Hoes with bright red lipstick doing duck-face (duck-heal?) in a mirror.

Then I started imagining that FootBook would have profile pictures that were of little baby socks, or a sock all ripped up after a long day of hiking.

Anyway, Im gonna go get some coffee now.

So this is happening in our office today….
The old painting is Dogs Playing Poker. Our office is doing Dogs Playing Boardroom”

So this is happening in our office today….

The old painting is Dogs Playing Poker. Our office is doing Dogs Playing Boardroom”

The Best Piece of Snail Mail I’ve Received in a Long Time

"Dear Mark,

Our office has conducted an audit of your account and determined that you have overpaid us and are due a refund. We are enclosing a check to you for $477.24.”

Welllll, thank fuckin’ you!!!!!! I had no idea!! This is from my oncologist, and I only see them once I year for annual Make Sure Everything is Still Good, and I can’t tell you the last time I paid them any money besides a visit co-pay. This has to be at least 3 years! Probably more like 6 or 7, from back when I was dealing with all that shit.