I guess I should also acknowledge our cat's birthday, since she's 20 this month. That's almost one hundred in people years. She has totally lost control of her bladder, though, so my desire to say happy birthday to my deaf, senile, peeing cat is not real high. She has peed on so many things that are important to me- good books, my favorite vera bradley purse, my fruit bowl, canned goods in our pantry (and if you know me then you know those cans had to go straight to the trash. I couldn't wash them and still use them. No way), my shoes. The list goes on and on. I thought she peed on Darrell's shoes once, too- but then I realized that, no, that's just the way his shoes smell. I doubt Mama (the cat's name) reads my blog anyway, so I refuse to wish her a happy birthday. Instead I will wish her a Pee-Free Birthday! Woo-hoo!
My birth mother sent me a copy of this video, and I laughed out loud. I literally LOL'd. So I found it on YouTube to share with you. I thought it was funny, but we all know my sense of humor is a little off. Hopefully, one of my two readers will think it's funny, too. If I'm always the only one laughing, someone will eventually think I need to be committed to a mental health facility. So, save me from a six month stint at the Happy Home and tell me you think it's funny, too.