DAY 69
So I haven't heard from Mr First Date last week and I don't expect too.
I wasn't getting the vibe.
Bummer.
Obviously my brain is working through another plan of attack though.
Thursday night I dreamt that I got another kitten.
A really cute little grey fluffy one.
And my heart was happy.
My subconscious seems to have decided that the embarrassment of an unsuccessful date is to be lessened by adding a new kitten to the family.
This is not going to end well.
I, and my friends, harbour fears that I will become the crazy cat lady from 'the Simpsons' who flings cats at unsuspecting people while muttering to herself.
I will say this once.
You have to stop me.
It is your duty.
No more kittens no matter how much I beg.
And plead.
And cry.
No more.
I will not become the crazy cat lady.
Hang on.
What if I have become her already?
No wonder guys don't call me again.....
OH NO!!!!
2 comments:
What you need is a dog, then all the cats will go away and guys like dogs. Simple - solved! ;)
I've got your back Linda & if necessary we can always enlist the help of Wez!
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