Shooby doobie doo

Right now, I should be packing up for my little weekend jaunt to West Virginia, along with husband Bemo and good friend Cherbear. Instead, I've been fucking around, doing things like chatting with my little sister (and making her watch the newest Amazing Race), cleaning the house, and heading off to PetSmart to spend too much money on cat litter, cat food, and some Nature's Miracle to get rid of the little cat barfy stain underneath the dining room table.

Because I know how to prioritize, baybee.