You are probably wondering how I spent my evening. I can't say that I blame you, because my life is pretty exciting. In between the cat-feeding, the television-watching, the salt shaker-filling, and the walking around trying to figure out where that other tan sock went-ing, it's one nailbiting moment after another here at Casa Sparkles.
I did try to catch a little bit of Supernanny when it came on, because for reasons I will never understand that show is like crack to me. I don't have children, I don't like children, I don't even want to be around children (I'm a real peach, huh?), but I so enjoy watching the parenting shenanigans that are chronicled on that show. There are few things I enjoy more than sitting in pompous judgment of complete strangers in distress.
For the most part these poor overwhelmed parents are battling situations caused by some bad habits that have snowballed out of control and now they're unsure how correct the problem. I can relate to that, as I think most people can. But every once in a while there's a priceless nugget of complete idiocy, and those are the moments I live for.
"I just don't understand why Little Danny doesn't want to go to sleep at bedtime. I'm at the end of my rope!"
"Did you feed him before bed?"
"Yes, I always give him a box of Oreos and a two-liter of Mello Yello. Is that bad?"
Unfortunately Supernanny only occupies one hour of my Monday evening life, so I was forced to find other places to focus my laser-sharp attention. Naturally I began looking for Halloween costumes for my cats. I whittled the superfab selections down to three, which I present to you here:
Birthday Cake Kitty:
Princess Kitty:
Pirate Kitty:
I still haven't made up my mind, but I'm leaning toward Princess Kitty and Pirate Kitty. Whatever decision I make though, one thing is clear: I am a menace to society and must be stopped for the good of civilization.
I did try to catch a little bit of Supernanny when it came on, because for reasons I will never understand that show is like crack to me. I don't have children, I don't like children, I don't even want to be around children (I'm a real peach, huh?), but I so enjoy watching the parenting shenanigans that are chronicled on that show. There are few things I enjoy more than sitting in pompous judgment of complete strangers in distress.
For the most part these poor overwhelmed parents are battling situations caused by some bad habits that have snowballed out of control and now they're unsure how correct the problem. I can relate to that, as I think most people can. But every once in a while there's a priceless nugget of complete idiocy, and those are the moments I live for.
"I just don't understand why Little Danny doesn't want to go to sleep at bedtime. I'm at the end of my rope!"
"Did you feed him before bed?"
"Yes, I always give him a box of Oreos and a two-liter of Mello Yello. Is that bad?"
Unfortunately Supernanny only occupies one hour of my Monday evening life, so I was forced to find other places to focus my laser-sharp attention. Naturally I began looking for Halloween costumes for my cats. I whittled the superfab selections down to three, which I present to you here:
Birthday Cake Kitty:
Princess Kitty:
Pirate Kitty:
I still haven't made up my mind, but I'm leaning toward Princess Kitty and Pirate Kitty. Whatever decision I make though, one thing is clear: I am a menace to society and must be stopped for the good of civilization.
1 Comments:
I think pirate and princess are indeed the route to go. My cat is going to pretend she is a chihuahua in a siamese costume.
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