Oh mylanta y'all!
As SweetT pointed out just this morning, we've got...gulp...3 weeks to finish getting ready for the Greatest Show on Dirt!
Like that ain't bad enough...time changes this Sunday and I'm gonna lose an hour.
What the hay? Don't they realize I don't have an hour to spare, much less give back? I need every single, stinkin' second I can scrounge up before March 30th!
(Personally...I think they should just choose one and leave it at that, but heck...they can't even leave the date for switching alone so why would I expect 'em to make it easy!)
So-o-o...not only is that hour
stolen lost, but my friendly neighborhood weatherman is calling for rain all weekend. People, people, people...what are y'all trying to do to this chubby lady? Doncha know I'm dancin' as fast as I can?
What's a girl to do you ask? Why she gets out the ol' Big Chief tablet, her trusty Berol Handhugger and she makes lists, prioritizing everything from what's trailer ready to what's suitcase worthy!
First order of the day...see to it the Man is duded up and decked out!
See that arm sticking out? Yeppers...that belongs to the one and only Cat Daddy!
For those of y'all who are new readers, I think I need to stop here and explain a few cat facts about my very own Cat in the hat starting with this is no normal, flesh and blood mortal. Oh no y'all. He is the stuff legends are made of 'round Zapp Hall...and especially at T's blog party! Don't believe me? Ask her!
You mark my words unbelievers. When the photos start filtering in from the show...I promise you up and down...Cat Daddy is gonna be front and center in more than just a few of 'em with some beautiful woman...or two...or three...draped all over him and lookin' all like the cat who ate the canary!
Some blame me for the madness he generates when he struts his stuff, but I ask you...
did I make him the strong, silent type of man women go crazy for?
No-o-o...I don't think so!
Did I infuse him with enough sex appeal for an army?
No-o-o...ain't a hypodermic big enough for that!
Tell me...did I teach him how to walk the stray cat strut?
No-o-o! That walk comes from riding the rodeo circuit oh so many years ago.
Am I responsible for perpetuating the myth?
but y'all are just as much to blame for
his inflated ego big head rep as me!
You don't hear me squealing "Cat Daddy" when him and that dolly llama stroll into view...do y'all?
No ladies...that would be y'all and all the crazy Zappers we play with at the show!
Who knew when I was
exaggerating embellishing polishing his image just a smidge, that I would actually get so close to the truth. He is a quiet man. He does have a certain je ne sais quoi about him...and he does strut. Law...how he does strut.
Those are absolutes.
Is he drop-dead-Johnny-Depp gorgeous?
Only to me...and himself...and maybe my sweet little Georgia Honey Baked.
Is he the king of the jungle?
No...more like lord of the flies!
Will I have him hosed down and spiffed up for y'all come show time?
The line'll start at the back of the show for hugs...but I am open to bribery for preferential placement.
And just so ya know...management will not be held responsible for any eye scratching that may occur while waiting for the chance to pose next to the MAN!