Yesterday I was not feeling well. I was yearning for my mother and some of her homemade chicken soup.
Of course I didn’t feel like doing anything but napping on sofa while Netflix droned on the 7th ridiculous season of Gray’s Anatomy – fortunately I couldn’t hear It over Rebel’s snoring beside me on the sofa. (This series started off with promise but collapsed into an embarrassing almost laughable soap opera.. I watch it for chuckles.)
My name is Lucky Dawg and I share a home with this maniacally delusional woman they call Emily.
She’s nice to me 99 percent of the time and lets me sit in her lap for hours on end watching the entire 600 seasons of Grey’s Anatomy which makes us both gag (Humans are so puzzling.) Continue reading
Today I was reborn as a French Woman which means I am a bit disheveled and pouty. But that’s to be expected of a former Mississippi girl come French woman.
It’s still the wee hours of 2017 and I’m eating Nutella from the jar while wearing bluish red lipstick. It just doesn’t get any better than this.