*This* is my dad. It's no wonder that I have a deep sense of humor. He's fricking hilarious when he's not on his best behavior. He's the reason why it takes a lot for me to laugh, but then again, not really. Hard to explain. My mom, on the other hand, laughs hysterically at the stupidest, tiniest things and it drives me nuts, lol. Oh well...
This is *my* old man. I can't believe he's 16 this year. The Man got him when he was 8wks old and he was hyper. Running all over the place, but not able to stop in time so he kept "bonking" into things. Bonk is a good boy. He sleeps a lot and has a gimp (he broke his hip at about 12wks) but still protects his property from the young-uns outside. He'll fight, lol. He's been bitten by a dog, hit by a car, poisoned, had tumors on the outside of his skin...you name it, this cat has been thru it. Even at 7lbs, he's a true Tom Cat. I love my little Bonkers ;)
(Even as I try to type this, he keeps going across the keyboard, rubbing up against me for some love. It annoys the shit out of me; getting cat hair in my lipgloss and eyes, but I realize his time is shortening so I put up with it.)
Other than that - the weekend was good. The Man ended up not going on the fishing trip. He wasn't feeling well, amongst other things, so he opted out. Right now he is watching NASCAR and the golf game so I'm able to do the things I had planned. We went shopping earlier and a BBQ is planned for later.
I have a lot more to say, but chores are calling my name and I can't just sit here relaxed when I know I have a list of things to do.