Ok, so I think there are maybe only a few people that are active in the blogs that don’t know that Argit01 and I are engaged and planning to marry as soon as I can get all my paperwork completed (passport to visit and a visa to move there permanently). To do this, I have to go through two court hearings, one of which is scheduled for next Wednesday, and the other should be coming up shortly after that. I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. You can’t believe how relieved I finally am. I’ve got the bestest guy in the whole world, he’s been supportive and consistently there for me through all this crap. I can’t wait to share my life with him.
On the kitty front… we’re down to one miserable furball now. Thomas did manage to knock Princess up before he was sent to the pound, and I finally convinced the roommates that Princess was going to need medical attention when she delivered her third litter this year, and that if she didn’t, the kittens most likely would. She lost 3 of her last litter of 6 in May, so it was likely that she’d lose more, if not her own life after this one. Thankfully, after much debate, they finally realized I was more than likely correct and they took her to the pound, also, because they were not able to afford the vet bills she would have incurred for them. Hopefully I’ll be out of here soon and the one left will no longer be an annoyance to me.
Ya know, I still hate the layout on this site, I wish they’d take it back to the old one. Hafta click too many times to get to some of the links that used to be right on the main page, but obviously the powers that be don’t listen to any of the suggestions we give, they just do whateverthefuck they wanna do. But… fact is… I love y’all so much that it’s worth the headache I get looking at the front page just to be here with y’all.
So, dumb joke time.
Once upon a time, there was a family of moles -- a momma mole, a poppa mole, and a rather dim baby mole named Ed.
They woke up one morning, tired and hungry. There was a pleasant, yet unidentifyable smell in the air. They all had different ideas of what it might be.
"I think I smell pancakes!" said the momma mole.
"Nonsense!" said the poppa mole. "It's clearly waffels." The two fought until they decided that they would let little Ed decide: pancakes of waffles. But, Ed couldn't smell, because his short little self was stuck behind his parents.
"Well, if you'd let me up, I probably could tell you. But right now, all I can smell is molasses."
And of course, I have to send out something to the most wonderful man in the world… my G-spot!!
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