Vulcano eruption

Ever been in a situation where you have plans with a group of people and that’s great, but then the time comes and some people back out and it winds up that the group has dwindled down to the same people you always hang out with?

Last night Lisa, Jessica and I traveled all the way to the other end of Brooklyn to see Sal Vulcano (my personal favorite joker on Impractical Jokers) do some stand-up. Except it wasn’t just Sal performing, but if we’re being honest, I’m 89% sure that the whole room was waiting for him to come on. Maybe not the guy sitting behind us because he was kind of annoying and spilled beer on my bag and had commentary on every performer like he was some kind of comedy agent.

The venue was The Bell Room, which I kept calling the Bell Jar, a slight slip of the tongue that totally changes the mood. It used to be a warehouse but then the hipsters came in and made it a bar/performance space. all hipster shade aside, it was actually a nice place.


Lisa and I had misjudged our Uber timing and got there about an hour before the doors opened. Luckily, there’s a bar, food station and photo booth in the front room. You guys know I looove a good photo booth. They’re the only reason I go to weddings these days. We met up with Jess and had a drink and, of course, hit up the photo booth.

We started on drink number two (yea, on a Thursday. JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE.) and to be totally honest, I’m not much of a drinker and I didn’t eat anything so I was feeling my two drinks pretty quick. The doors opened and we filed into the performance room. We wanted to be as close to the stage as possible. I personally like to be close to the stage because it’s a better experience. Who do the comedians usually heckle? The first three rows. What makes the night memorable and fun? Being heckled. You can disagree with me, but I can guarantee I’ll never go to a comedy show with you.


The performance area also had a bar and being tipsy, I thought the best thing to do in that moment was a shot of Fireball. I mean, when in Rome, right? Long story short, after that shot, I was feeling goood, which is kind of pathetic, but I digress. By the middle of the first act, I had to use the bathroom in the worst way. So bad that Jessica told me to stop squirming. Now I have to make a decision – get up and walk to the bathroom in the middle of this guys set or wait until the host comes out to introduce the next act. I didn’t want to be rude, especially because I was in the front row. Also, my shoes were fancy and clicked when I walked, but since I was drunk this was a much bigger deal in my head than in real life.

So, to re-cap, I’m in the front row, drunker than I’ve been in a whiiile, wearing a shirt that says God Bless this Hot Mess, with a bursting bladder, noisy shoes and a fear that I’ll miss Sal’s set.


Finally, I bit the bullet and ran/stumbled to the bathroom and, turns out, I was back before the first set was over.

Just so we’re 100% clear – I was there to see Sal. No disrespect to the other comedians because I truly did enjoy all of them, but that’s the truth. I wish they had taped this show because I would post it here to show how funny they all were, but they didn’t so I can’t. I can leave links to their Twitter accounts, though.

Michelle Wolf
Liza Treyger
Dan Soder
Jeffrey Joseph
Jo Firestone

The time came for Sal to come on and, thanks to my run to the bathroom I was considerably more sober. again, pathetic – i am fully aware. Why is this worth mentioning? It isn’t; I just figured I’d throw it in, set the scene. Anyway, Sal comes out to do his thang. And his thang he did. Call me biased (I am), but I enjoyed his set the most out of all of them.

woahhh what was that?

Nothing, just my inner fangirl showing up for the party. She’s embarrassing but inevitable.

Sal is a natural storyteller. I think that’s what I liked about his set. Sometimes, with other comics, you can tell it’s a bit. You see exactly where the joke is headed, you laugh and they move on to the next one. Not Sal. He told three stories and not once was there an awkward lull. He’s also kind of neurotic, which I appreciate.


After the show, the room cleared out pretty quick. Our (I’m dragging Lisa and Jessica into this statement) intention was to meet Sal after the show, just to tell him that we’re fans and to maybe score a picture. Also, I was determined to not let my shirt go to waste. (check his twitter – he’s God blessing all over the place) Unfortunately, that did not happen. Not for us, anyway. What I failed to mention before was that the three of us were in a silent war with the girls next to us, who were clearly there for only Sal also. I didn’t mention it because it makes us sound completely insane, but we were also tipsy so I guess it evens out. Let me tell you, though – when I got home, I had the “brilliant” idea of checking the location tag on Instagram and there it was- in screaming color (#outofthewoods), our nemesis and Sal. This prompted me to screenshot it and send it with every crying emoji to Lisa. We lost this battle, but we’ll win the war.

ok, last dance, fangirl.

Bottom line – I had a great time on a school night. I wish Sal and I could have had a chuckle over my shirt (and his, for that matter. it was Nasty era Janet Jackson.) but there’s always next time. Unless he’s reading this. Sal, if you’re reading this – tweet me.

Fangirl OUT.


a loosey goosey kind of challenge

You know what I love? When I stumble upon a blogging challenge. You know what I love more? When that challenge is a non-challenge! I was scrolling through my Bloglovin’ feed and the Back to Blogging Non-Challenge Challenge from alyssagoesbang came up. The challenge is a month long invitation to write about one (or all) of the topics provided. No deadlines. No pressure. Very loosey goosey. That’s my kind of challenge.

Of the 10 prompts, I chose “What Makes You Feel Peaceful” to write about. Except, as usual, I’m going to bend the prompt a bit and write about what makes me feel peaceful and makes me happy/ gives me pleasure.

Ok. Enough dilly dallying.

having my hair played with
central park
being with my family
being silly with my friends
clearing out the dvr with my mom on the couch
waking up on my day off knowing i don’t have to be anywhere
watching beauty videos on youtube
when i do my makeup right the first time
the sound of harry styles’ voice no, but seriously.
laughing uncontrollably
the smell of the heat coming up
after a day of taking pictures, coming home and editing them
coffee in paper cups it’s the new yawka in me
watching 90’s movies/tv shows
breakfast at the diner
starting a new book
when the stuff i order online finally gets to my house
getting lost in a daydream the problem is snapping out of it
when i’m nice to someone and they’re nice back it goes a long way, people
new shoes that don’t rub
hanging out with my almost one (!!) year old cousin
sending cards in the mail
the dollar section at target
beautiful fall days
sitting on the stoop on the summer
christmas morning
new posts from my favorite bloggers
deep, late night conversations
finding new bloggers through link ups or other bloggers
when my favorite musicians come out with new music i’m looking at you, bruno mars and BSB
smart guys
funny guys
guys who smell good
smart, funny guys who smell good and show an interest in me it’s all about the daydreams, y’all
using words like y’all
long summer nights
buying myself flowers although, flowers from a smart, funny guy who smell good wouldn’t go unappreciated
rapping Dead Wrong by Biggie
pretending to be Adele
catching a glimpse of my grandmother’s necklace around my neck
finding money in old cards, jacket pockets, pocketbooks, wherever else money hides

Well, there’s alot here and alot more in my head but I’d say this is enough for now. Can you believe I got through a whole post without one gif? Neither can I.

What brings you peace? What makes you happy?

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a favorites mish-mosh

You know what time it is? It’s Friday Favorites time! I don’t have many this week but I wanted to share them anyway because it’s been a while.

The excitement, guys. I feel it.

Anyway, let’s get into it.

I was scrolling through Facebook the other day and a sponsored post caught my eye. I didn’t even know this existed, but now that I do, I need it in my life right now. i want you, i need you, oh baby oh baby.


Random? Yes. Beautiful? Also yes. I am in no position to have a bathroom or kitchen of my own to grout the shit out of it with this stuff, but when that time comes, watch out. I can’t wait to live in a disco ball.

Is it weird that I haven’t even used the item and I included it in my favorites? Search for it on Pinterest, you’ll fall in love too.

Moving right along…

I am an Ipsy subscriber so once a month I get a small makeup bag filled with samples tailored to me. And once a month, I look through the bag, put it down and kind of forget about it. I was going through my bags from the summer and in one of them I found a tube of moisturizer so I decided to try it. It’s the Skyn Iceland The Antidote Cooling Daily Lotion. I used my regular moisturizer and then put a light layer of this one on top because now that we’re headed towards the skin sucker called winter, I like to bump up my moisturizing game. Anyway, I put this on and, woah, they weren’t kidding when they said cooling. For the next five minutes, it felt like I had smeared my face with toothpaste and I have to say, I didn’t hate it. My skin feels softer and healthier so I’m happy.


I’ve mentioned them before, but I have to mention them again. I am obsessed with Colourpop. Their eyeshadows are suuuper soft and suuuper pigmented. They’re blendable and full of glitter (well, some of them are full of glitter) and you can apply them with your fingers!  I keep telling myself that I’m going to take a break from buying any more. I try to convince myself that I don’t need another eyeshadow. Then, like a sleepwalker watching QVC, I find myself clicking the Submit Order button and 5 days later, there’s a package on my door step. it’s a vicious circle.

I should get my act together and take a picture of at least some of my stash, but that would mean that I would have to figure out a flat lay.


My last favorite is kind of a two-parter. I always look to my friends for music and/or television recommendations. Of all my friends, Lisa is usually the one to have the suggestions that stick. Not that I needed anything else to watch on TV, Lisa introduced me to the show Impractical Jokers. I’m OBSESSED. The premise is this – four guys who have been friends for over 25 years play pranks on each other trying to embarrass one another. It’s hysterical. Even my father loves it. Maybe part of the appeal is that they’re from Staten Island and film all over the tri-state area. It’s a small part though because they’re funny no matter where they’re from.


The second part of this favorite is my favorite joker is Sal. If me, Lisa, Jessica, and Nicole did an Impractical Jokers remake a-la Ghostbusters, I would hands-down be the Sal of the group. We both can turn into 80 year old Southern church ladies on a dime, we are not the biggest fans of animals, and we both love a good laugh.tumblr_nebgfijydf1qehu0oo5_250Oh wait, there’s more! The last part of this favorite that I just remembered to talk about is the What Say You? podcast. Sal and Q host a podcast and it is gold. They pod (?) sporadically so if you go and look it up (which you should) don’t think I’m nuts that that last one went up over a month ago. Anyway, if you’re looking for two lifelong friends just shooting the shit, this podcast is for you. I’m not listening in any kind of order but my favorite so far is episode 30, where they talk about the possibility of having ugly children and how children can be assholes. Good stuff.

What are your favorites this week?



smiling’s my favorite!

I meant to get this up earlier but of course, procrastination took over and here I am at 9:21pm, trying to get this posted before the day is over. Anyway…

Today is World Smile Day.


Last week while I was working at the vet’s office, a dog and their human mom came in to see the doctor. They came to my desk and told me their name and I went to pull their chart. We weren’t busy so they didn’t wait long. They saw the doctor and came out to settle the bill. While we waited for their invoice and medication to come out, we were talking and the woman said to me, “It’s nice to see your smile. We come in here and we’re preoccupied with our pets, so it puts us at ease to see a smile. I meant to tell the doctor but I forgot.” This, of course, made me smile bigger. It makes me feel good when someone who I interact with, whether it’s on an everyday/regular basis or a one time deal, tell me that in some way I’ve made their day better or brighter or just a little more positive. That’s kind of also my goal for this blog. Sure, I would love hundreds of thousands – if not millions- of followers and be interacting with them in comments and be paid and sponsored and get things sent to me, blah blah blah. Who wouldn’t? But it’s more important to me that my post made you laugh, took your mind off something for a minute or two, or made just made you smile.

Have a great weekend!


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1DWD, if you will.

It’s been a minute since I’ve gushed about my favorite foursome, aka One Direction. It’s been a big week for at least two of them and being the good fan that I am, I’m here to celebrate their successes.

Harry, my love, has done his first solo magazine interview for AnOther Man magazine. He has cut his luxurious (yet, kind of greasy looking) locks and has taken us through the process. What resulted from that is a very Mick Jagger inspired photo shoot. His interview was conducted by Sir Paul McCartney and Chelsea Handler, which I would have loved to sit in on, it must have been a good time. He was asked if he saw the band getting back together, to which he gave a heartbreaking answer of “if it comes naturally and we all want to do it, we’ll do it”. ugh. I lived through the late 90’s/early 2000’s, I know what a boy band break up looks like. He also was asked if he was ready for kids and marriage and he said something like “only if Martina will have me”, so I guess the answer is yes. Harry, if you’re reading this – HEY, BOO. Or maybe he said that he likes working right now and he wants to take advantage of that while he still can. Whatever.




ugh. beautiful.

Niall has released a new single and boy, is it pretty. Take a listen.


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channel surfing

channel surfing: fall programming

It’s that time of the year! The one where the days get shorter, your pants get longer and all of your favorite shows are back on TV. We all know that I watch a lot of television so my excitement is pretty palpable.


I’m here today with a round up my favorites/the ones I’m most excited for. That way, we could figure out which shows we have in common and then we could have lengthy discussions about the lives of fictional characters. It will be fun, promise.

Ready? Let’s go!

This is Us – LAWWWDDD. I have so much to say about this show. I don’t want to say much and give things away but I can tell you this – there have been two episodes so far and each one has ended with a surprise that has totally blind sighted me. Especially in episode two. What I love about this show are the sibling relationships. Being an only child, I know what it means to have a sibling but I don’t know the meaning of a sibling if that makes sense. It’s kind of like missing what you’ve never had. Actually, it’s exactly like missing what you’ve never had. why do i always go one step too far? I love all of the characters, which is saying something because there is usually at least one character in a show that I can’t stand right off the bat. I was a little skeptical about Mandy Moore though. I was fine for the first episode but right in the middle of episode two, she was on the screen and all of a sudden the Only Hope scene from A Walk to Remember flashed in my head, which may have tainted her character for me but I’ll get through it. To wrap up for now, let’s talk about Milo Ventimiglia. That beard (not the moustache, though, never just a moustache), that manly lisp. YES. I could do without the long, greasy hair but, he’s Italian, it comes with the territory. Not since Providence have I been this excited to watch NBC every week.


Younger – I had been wanting to watch this show for a while. I finally figured out how to stream it (hint: get the TVLand app) at the end of August. I could have devoured both seasons in maybe a day, but I’m trying to savor them for a little while. As much as I wanted to try this show, I was skeptical about it. I was afraid that the plot would get on my nerves after a while only because I’m 29 and can’t get a job in my field or a hot boyfriend, so how did a 40-year-old? Not that a 40-year-old can’t or shouldn’t have these things, but even for younger (ha!) people, there’s a lot of finagling. Well, that and usually when it’s written that one of the characters in a TV show is pretending to be younger than they really are, they make them too out of the loop or try too hard. It’s annoying. So far, so good, though. Speaking of hot boyfriends – Nico Tortorella. Holy cow. #MCM. Another perk is that Hillary Duff is in this show. If all else fails, I could just pretend that it’s a show about Lizzie McGuire, all grown up and making her way in the big city. The third season started Wednesday, I’m on season two episode six or seven so I really have to fight the urge to power through the rest of season two.


The Mindy Project – Mindy is back! Season 5 starts streaming today and I can’t wait to get home from work, wash my face, and fire up Hulu. Last season’s cliffhanger was interesting and I’m curious to see where this goes. I wasn’t too impressed with last season overall so I’m hoping that Mindy and Co. redeems themselves. Also, Danny needs to come to his senses, get over himself and be the husband and dad Mindy and Leo need and, quite frankly, that (I feel) he wants to be.


Jane the Virgin – I call this a Telenovela Lite. It’s got the drama, romance, twists, and turns of a telenovela, but it’s on the CW at 8pm. If you don’t watch this show, you definitely should start. Seasons One and Two are on Netflix. Well, I’m pretty sure they are. If not, they will be soon. The new season starts sometime this month. Get caught up and then come and talk to me. If you do watch, WOAH, addicting, am I right?


Gilmore Girls – Truth time: I wasn’t a fan of /didn’t watch GG when it first came out. My mom actually found it in re-runs a few years ago and I got into it with her. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen every episode at least once, but I might have to do a quick Netflix binge before November 25th. Not that I’m complaining, I love a good Netflix binge. For the record – I was totally Team Logan when I first watched the series. Now, I’m going to switch to Team Jess because, hello, Milo Ventimiglia. Were you not paying attention to my glowing review of This Is Us and Milo’s beard? Also, he’s the bad boy. You should always root for the bad boy. The one thing I’ll never be is on Team Dean. Sorry, I just can’t.


I’ve probably missed some, but I’m sure I’ll talk about them eventually. I just recently signed up for Amazon Prime Video so if you have any Amazon originals that you enjoy, let me know! I think there’s one coming out soon about the story of Queen Elizabeth (the current one) and the early days of her Queendom. (excuse the ugly american)

What are you watching? Let’s discuss!

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screenshots, no chaser

I don’t know how to begin this post so I’ll just get to the meat and potatoes.

I got the idea for this post from Jessie. She does screenshot sharing posts often and I think they’re fun so I decided to do one too. There’s no rhyme or reason to any of them, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

What have you been screenshotting lately?

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voting matters

Like 100 million other people, I watched the first Presidential debate last night. Unlike 100 million people, I did not post my opinions on social media. shock! surprise! 

Besides being floored by how many of my friends on Facebook are Trump supporters, what surprised me was that there were a good handful of people announcing that they weren’t going to vote, or that they weren’t registered to. This pisses me off more than the grammatically incorrect, misspelled Pro-Trump statuses. (ok, i’ll be fair – some weren’t so bad but the ones that were bad were really, really bad.)

Why does this piss me off? Because most of the people making these statements followed up by saying their votes wouldn’t matter anyway, policies won’t change because of their vote, and that they were still entitled/capable to bitch about the outcome. Capable? Yes. Entitled? Think again.

Your individual vote may not sway a decision directly but, hello? What is voting? The one who gets the most people to pick it wins, right? So, yea your vote might not help or hurt anyone, but if enough people don’t vote, it sure will make a difference.

Am I making sense? This may be one of those things that sound better in my head. Whatever.

My second issue with these comments is if your vote doesn’t matter, then why do(es) people fight to have and keep that right? Especially for those who are not white males.

I am usually stationed at the Voter Registration table at work. This year we’ve gotten an influx of people either signing up or proudly announcing that they’ve already registered. I never push anyone to fill out the form, partly because that would require human interaction and I would rather just use those two hours to read my book. However, filling out the form literally takes one minute and thirty-four seconds. I haven’t actually timed it, but people on Youtube have.

Listen, the bottom line is this: I’m no better or no worse that you for voting. Not voting doesn’t make you a bad person. But, since we’re all busy crying about adulting and having responsibilities and whatever, let’s be the adults that we are, put on our big girl/boy panties and get it done.

Speaking of being an adult, I’ll leave you with this.


See you soon!

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let’s do brunch!

There are a handful of things that I miss about not having weekends off. Well, maybe more than a handful but I digress. I think one of the things that I miss most is doing brunch. Actually, I miss the idea of doing brunch because, if we’re being honest, it’s not like I brunched every weekend. I miss the ability to wake up and decide to get a mid-morning meal and a cocktail or two (or seven) and then come home, take off my pants and find the inevitable Kardashian marathon on TV that I will watch from the comfort of my bed. God, I miss my weekends.

The best brunch/party throwers, in my opinion, are socialites (preferably from New York, but I’m biased) and Southern Ladies. Loooorrrd what I wouldn’t give to be either one. Sadly, those weren’t the hands I was dealt. However, I’m all about pretending so that’s what we’ll do. I’m pretending to be a mix of Blair Waldorf and a football mom from Georgia who monograms the shit out of everything. (no hate; i’m all about that life)

I was scrolling through Pinterest (sidenote: as always, if you click the picture you will (should) be taken directly to the pin. i couldn’t figure out how to embed the pin so if i linked it wrong and it’s your pin, let me know and i’ll try to fix it.), as one does when they’re planning fake parties in their heads. I found tons of cute ideas that I’m going to collect here and put together a fabulous brunch!. I’ve decided that I am going to host a brunch for bloggers. More specifically, my blogger friends. Not that I’ve ever met any of them in person, but I’m starting to think that may be the best kind of friend.

Now that we know who is invited, let’s start planning. Every party needs a theme and this party’s theme is *drumroll* A Splash of Mimosa! quelle original! (i don’t speak French, obvs.) Because it’s a blogger brunch and because my blog is splashes of everything, I think it’s the perfect theme. Also, it’s great because, like my niche-less blog, everything will fit. Non-specificity (is that a word? it’s a word now.) works for me!


I can’t decide if i want to go old school and send paper invitations or if I want to go modern and use e-vites. Either way, I’d use Paperless Post*. They offer both paper and electronic invitations. Most come in both formats! They have pre-made invites and ones that you can customize with your picture or one of your dog, whatever. There are so many invitation choices that it was hard for me to choose just one. These are the two that I kept coming back to.


Since my delusion lies in two totally different places, it’s a hard call as to where I’d hold this event. If I’m channeling my socialite side, I’d have to go with either the Plaza Hotel or the Bryant Park Grill. IRL, I’ve never been to either place, but I’ve passed the BPG when they were having other types of parties and they always look like a good time. If I’m channeling my Sandra Bullock in The Blind Side side, I’d of course entertain in my home. Because it’s probably 3500+ square feet of open floor plan.



I like a little of this and a little of that. The overall look I’m going for is very Kate Spade inspired. Lots of stripes, polka dots, flowers, sparkles, cute little touches.



the food

A party is nothing without good food. I love the DIY idea. I’d set up stations like a bagel bar, waffle bar and, of course, a mimosa bar. i mean, duh. I’d also have regular, non-DIY food too. 0d5c3622fa20cf1d707aed85b9e61195



My cousin always says “it’s not a party without goodie bags”. I happen to agree. Maybe not the traditional candy and a pencil but everyone should leave with something. I would set up (*cough* rent/hire cough*) a photobooth. I love documenting parties, so much so that I have to beg my family and friends for “just one more picture”. I also love a snazzy picture frame to house my party pictures.



I want my guests to be comfortable but, honestly, come dressed. I don’t get dressed up often so I’m coming in heels, a dress and full hair and makeup. But that’s just me. I’ll probably want to scrub my face, throw my hair in a messy bun and take my bra off halfway through. That’s an idea. the after party could be watching movies in either my suite at the Plaza or in my basement movie room, depending on who I’m channeling that day.


Girly. Britney, Bey, Mariah boy bands, old school, new stuff. Is Spotify OK or should I just get a DJ? I mean, is a DJ appropriate at a brunch? Eh. Go big or go home, right?

Did I miss anything? Would you come to my brunch?

*Paperless Post contacted me and asked if i would write this post detailing the perfect brunch. i am not being compensated for this at all. all opinions are my own.

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flat cat

When I started my “new” job, I had a strong feeling that since this position interacts with the public at large much more than my other job, it would lend itself for all sorts of blog anecdotes and stories. In fact when I first started, my boss’ brother, who comes in often and is also a vet, told me that I would have encounters with a lot of crazies and if I had the talent or knew someone who has the talent, I should put together a book of the craziest of the crazy. not in so many words but, you get the idea.

I’ve had a few people grace the front of the reception desk that were definitely blog worthy but this one takes the cake. This story isn’t even mine; it’s about a quarter mine and three-quarters my supervisor’s, but who’s blog is this?


A man came in with his cat to be seen my the doctor on Saturday and after I checked him in, I had to tell my supervisor that in addition to whatever he told me what was wrong with the cat, it also needed something else. Medication, maybe? I can’t remember. This conversation followed: *keep in mind, my supervisor is an excitable Haitian man with a heavy accent*

Me: Hey, F – Mr. whatever his name is also needs ______ whatever, i forgot.

F: Yea? OK. You know, that guy is crazy. Were you here last week when he came in? No, you weren’t. He came in last week with a cat that was *flattening hand motions*

Me: Flat?

F: Yea, the cat was dead. It got hit by a car so the head was all smashed and everything.

Me: giphy-2

F: Yea. He came in and wanted us to bathe the cat because one of his cats had gotten out and he was convinced that this was his cat.

Me:Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt gross ew titus andromedon tituss burgess

F: I told him we would wash it if he wanted us to, but for sure the cat he was holding was not his cat. He asked me how I know it’s not his so I told him because the cat you’re holding is white and your cat is brown. Do you know what he said to me? He said, Yea, I was wondering if when they die, if their fur changes color.


Me: Did you wash the cat?

F: No.The cat was dead! Cremate it! Who picks up a dead cat to check to see if it’s theirs? Does their fur change color? He’s crazy, I told you. He said his wife was on his case and that she had a strong feeling it was their cat. It wasn’t their cat! Their cat is brown!

So, now I’m back at the desk and my supervisor comes out and says Hey, Mr. whatever his name is! Did you find your cat?

WELL. I almost lost it.

It turns out, that night the man was in bed, watching TV and he has cameras all around his house so he happened to glance at one of the monitors and saw a cat on the screen that looked like his. He was happy his cat had made it home but he felt bad for the owner of the cat he had found.

Alls well that ends well, I guess.

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