Last night we attended Scott's Christmas party... at the Coast Terrace Inn, and YES, I went shopping while at the party. He sent me to the gift shopping to get batteries and on a drunken whim I bought a PUSSY CAT! First I was going to get a squirrel, as a reminder of Bob Layton and his squirrel singing:
The day the squirrel went berzerk
In the First Self-Righteous Church
In that sleepy little town of Pasquagula
It was a fight for survival
That broke out in revival
We were jumping pews and shouting
"Hallelujia!"
Then I was going to get a giraffe, because they are cool, and suddenly I saw the cat. I checked the tag and its name is ANGEL to then and there it was decided I HAD to have it.
I strut back into the banquet room (Michelle, you know my super-model walk) with this stuffed cat folded over my arm, and everyone is like WTF?! It made for a funny story, and a lot of people had fun with the pussy.
Pictures... HERE
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