No disrespect to Ms. Jones, but I keep reading her name as “Rashida Jones” and having a few moments of irrational glee.

Angels will be climbing over each other in order to sit next to her. What a fabulous gal.

Personalities are what they are, but you need to sit everyone in the household down and explain what you, the host, need in self care in order to keep on keeping on. Some people might see you on the back porch with a cat on your lap and think, “Ooh, I bet she’d love to hear about what Kelly Ripa said this morning.”…

Dang. I’m the only one who read that you woke up to a strange horse in your kitchen?

The world needs this movie.

And why not? It’s a delightful way to spend an afternoon.

How can the opposing team not be grinning with delight? I would be jumping up and down, wiggling, and yelling.

Sorry to hijack, but it’s kinda on point. I was thinking this afternoon that women need to adopt the haka.

You are a very kind person.

I have never watched the show, but I saw a clip years ago involving that couch. I’m with you. That couch is a life goal.

I got mine for an insane price at Petco because their website had it at 50% off. I had trouble with the filters clogging the fountain spout and sprinkling bits of charcoal in the water.

I cannot understand how a cat can shake her paw at a pristine white ceramic fountain and drink out of a terracotta bowl on the patio that always has dirt, leaves, and a bit of mold in it.

YES. Those filters are a pain, and can clog up everything. And they’re expensive. That’s what drove me to try the magic charcoal sticks.

Desperation can drive a woman to all kinds of weird experiments. I am delighted that the charcoal works, and am pondering putting some in my humidifier.

That’s where it gets tricky. I have never been able to find the exact replacement for fountain pumps and end up having to jigger them all sorts of weird ways. I have my fingers crossed for this fountain.

I can proudly say that I have researched all the cat fountains. ALL. From plastic, to stainless steel, to the now divine looking porcelain “pagoda”.

I did, and was terribly confused. “That’s Ansel Elgort, isn’t it? Doesn’t everyone hate him? No, that can’t be him. This guy’s adorable! God damn, Jon Hamm is gorgeous even as a bad guy.”

Well, he was a grower. He was in the hospital (we had broken up) (technically, he married someone else while I thought we were still dating) and he asked me to gather up a posse and go clear out his storage barn. Being the adorable stoner he was, he never asked for it back.

“Scored” isn’t exactly the term. They were left behind and never retrieved.

*sigh* yes.