Lately I've discovered my hands wandering up into my hair. That's the way it starts. Next thing I know, I'm bald ( Read more... )

It's September. I'm 37 and my kitten is now a man. He had his balls surgeried on and now, much like me, wants only to eat (Fancy Feast, although I don't partake in that particularly) and sleep.
So I'm off work this week and we've done a lot of lounging around on the couch and putting on Too Faced makeup together (not on him). I ordered that big-ass ( Read more... )