Weird things happen when you live by yourself. I've lived solo since 2002, with the exception a several month period that basically reassured me that should I ever get married, my husband I will each need our own houses.
This was so spot on it, made me basically snort out a kidney. Not featured: having extended monologues with your pet.
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Um, totally done the carrot thing. But nothing else. Never! Nope.
I have no idea what this video is talking about. None.
But if I did, I would add that having conversations with your pet is immensely rewarding, particularly when you attempt to speak her language.
I've lived alone since 2003. I may or may not have been the director of an all cat production of Waiting for Godot.
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