So...we were a little MIA this week. Life, work, and everything in between has been pretty hectic lately. My chronic hurting eyes have been acting up again and the medicated drops pretty much suck. Chris has been a trooper today; he is tapping off all the squares in the Family Room on his day off/Forza III all-day-gaming day. Hopefully we'll be ready for some painting this Sunday!!
Until then, I'd like to share a little story. This one's a doozy. In case I've already lost your interest, here's the conclusion.
The picture above has not been altered nor photoshopped; its the real deal. When Chris and I first moved in together back in September of 2007, apparently Chris' cat, Jimmy, (but really its his parents cat) missed him and left a nice gift on his car during our once-a-week-free-and-delicious-homemade-dinner-at-his-parents-house visit.
I guess you can say Jimmy missed Chris and his ruffian "affection." I know what you're thinking... Where's the blood? No trace nor evidence of the tragedy. Only a few ants running blindly around the carcass. Clearly, this was a Dexter-ish move.