G'morning.
Long night with Max. His "digestive issues" are at play again -- and no lesbians this time.
I can't tell if it's because I had to leave him alone yesterday ( these problems always arise after one or both of us are gone for a while ), if he did indeed eat something on the street ( that damn cone makes it impossible to completely monitor him -- he puts his head down and it's like a fvckin' vacuum seal ) or if it's those damned Quenelles.
Anyway, back to the vet this morning. I'm helping her upgrade to granite countertops in the new beach house...
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)