Man am I glad it's Friday. A co-worker summed this week up quite nicely when talking about her MIA bagels:
"You know it's a week where you don't have your life together when you lose a bag of bagels." I think everyone can relate to that.
I'm super pumped to head to Ames this weekend to have dinner with my old co-worker from my high school days who also happened to be my college roommate. Should be most excellent times.
Some of you happened to notice that fame whore in the back of my vlog yesterday. He demanded I introduce him to the world properly. So, without further ado meet Bobo the cat.
How you doin?
This is a 100% accurate description of how Bobo sees himself.
I also have another sweet little kitten who Bobo tries to keep under the bed so he gets all the attention. Then he gets shot in the face with a water bottle. Meet Elvis.
She's a little shy.
But, she guards my mail and thats why I love her. Oh yeah, Elvis is a girl. I didn't know that when I named her. SHE'S A CAT. Like she even cares.
And to prove my point about Bobo being a fame whore this is the look he had after I took pictures of Elvis.
Yeah, stink eye to the max. Told you, fame whore.
Well I hope this has brightened up your Friday. Bobo is off getting his Jagerbombs on with some fuckin' skanks sporting his new fucking haircut. I'm just joshing ya. More than likely he will eat some food and sleep all day. Don't worry my cats are not alcoholics, no need to call animal control.