25 April 2009

8 i am not a crazy cat lady

until i leave town for two days.

at which point The Vieve is Going to Starve/Dehydrate/Die scenarios proliferate and i am compelled to scatter bowls at strategic locales throughout the apartment to such an extent that even the vieve is like, oline, what the fuck?

8 comments:

Linda said...

tee heeing forever!!

Unknown said...

you are the sexiest woman ever. really, there is no competition. it's over. you won.

oline said...

i never knew you found cattiness so appealing.

(ps. the vieve is ALIVE!!! and i think she loves me all the more for all the bowls.)

Unknown said...

baby, it's called sarcasm.

oline said...

and... i'm devastated.

Unknown said...

let me clarify, oh lovely, devastated one.

i still find you to be the sexist woman ever. that has not changed. however, the multiple bowls for the vieve are not responsible for this distinction. there are many others things in your sexy favor however. let's us focus on them instead.

Unknown said...

let me clarify, oh lovely, devastated one.

i still find you to be the sexist woman ever. that has not changed. however, the multiple bowls for the vieve are not responsible for this distinction. there are many others things in your sexy favor however. let's us focus on them instead.

oline said...

well, since you were so emphatic as to post it twice, i suppose we can continue to date.