The same day I quit Facebook, I join Goodreads.

Checkout my reading list on Goodreads – where you can see what your friends are reading.

If I’m on your friend list on facebook, please don’t take my disappearance as reflecting on you personally. I just can’t understand the appeal of the site, so I’m bailing out.

I’m getting old. I can’t get the newfangled stuff. You kids with your loud music and your hippity hoppity and get off my lawn! *shakes cane*

How is it possible to ruin a little tub of macaroni and cheese?

For an inexplicable reason, I decided to break my fast with mac and cheese. Microwaved mac and cheese.

It was loathsome.

And I’m no food snob. I’ve been accused of having no taste at all, so it can’t be that.

And I’m also a child of children of the depression, so I’ve learned that the greatest sin after wearing white before Memorial Day is throwing food away. Starving orphans!

A starving orphan would smack me in the head if I donated this stuff.

Dickens keeps looking at us like this since we keep stuffing her in a crate and dragging her to the vet.

Everyone at the vet’s office kept saying how cute she is. I then told them how her favorite way to wake people up is by headbutting them in the face. They quickly decided that she’s cute, but not that cute.

Well, Dickens (the cat) might have asthma, cancer, heartworm, or any number of infections.

But her trachea should be sparkling, since she just had it washed.

I feel a strong urge to cough, like Bill the Cat.

Oh, read this at your own risk.

I rolled my eyes so hard, and then the laughter was like ab exercise.

I think I sprained something.

If you have any recipes that are blander than bland to help out a blogger in need (me!) I’d be grateful.

My GI tract is staging a rebellion. It ain’t pretty, but war never is, pardner.

This is the freakiest thing I’ve seen in years.

I just… someone hold me.

Edited to add: Wait. This might be the champion freaky thing. She looks like Lucille Ball! My god.

Rob over at Surroundings is taking a Guardian Workshop idea (of writing a poem using a first line from a WS Graham poem) and turned it into a more extensive challenge.

Check it out.

I’m going to try to do it, too, but my brain is a pudding so don’t expect much.

I’m beginning to think that 25% of the GCP (gross Carter product) goes to my vet.

Today, I need to make another appointment for Dickens, who is acting even funnier than normal.

Daggone it, you stupid beasts. How am I supposed to keep you in kibble if you keep running up credit card debt?