Yeah, I did it. Now, I'm sitting here wondering where my life took a turn...
I used to be hip. I used to be single girl, making bucco dough. I used to wear awesome clothes, and go out with the urban hipsters. (What...I did!)
Yeah, so what was on tap tonight?
I gave Mr. Smokey a tub. If I had a third arm, I would have taken actual pictures of him in the sink. Of course, I couldn't, because I was wearing cooking mitts and talking soothingly at him so he wouldn't take my arm off.
I don't just torture him for fun...really, I don't. He's been smelling lately...like, badly smelling. SO...I googled cat tubs, read up on it, and went about de-stinking Mr. Smokes.
As I was chasing Mr. Wet Cat around trying to take a picture of him to prove to you that "yes" you can give a cat a bath and live to tell, I looked up and Lady GaGa was on my TV.
My ankles hurt just looking at them...and while we are on the subject of her lower half...
Where are her pants? I believe this is a reoccurring nightmare of mine...being on TV, and forgetting to wear pants...
Well...that, and giving me dirty "Don't you know this is how cats do tubs?" looks:/
Where'd it all go wrong???