Ahh, May, where did you go?
I am dominating the interwebz in the area of Alan Rickman. Can you imagine the people who come here looking for hot photos of the guy only to find a dream about how he steals babies?
Also, Call Me Cate nephew. Chances are you are NOT my nephew. He doesn't have internet access. Or a computer. Or the ability to type.
Chocolate covered spinach also got a hit. Sorry to disappoint - only Nutella-covered kittens here.
Someone was searching for Tonya's tail. It's currently on the coffee table in the living room. Swiping back and forth in anger because I made the mistake of trying to pet her. She'll probably eat my face when I fall asleep tonight.
For the person who thought Cate is dumb - you can bite me. I'm really not in the mood. And don't think after calling me dumb that I'm going to be willing to share my MC Hammer pant pattern. Not until you apologize.
When you find out it was all a lie for 4 years, I suggest you punch him in the face. HARD. Then take a stroll through the neighborhood to find that hot running neighbor guy.
Others of interest: big booty woke, booty in my face, and something about lobsters that I won't repeat here. You sick, sick people.
And here's a Wordle for the month of May:
It took several tries to ungroup "pregnancy", "xanax" and "drink".
June's going to be an interesting trip around here with family vacation. If I come out on the other side with my sanity, I think we'll all be amazed.