I Have A Hairy Butt

Three Whole Teefs…

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Sat, 03 Mar 2007 10:04:00 +0000

I finally visited the nice dentist lady and wouldn't you know it, I lost three more teeth. I think that brings my grand total up to twelve that have gone to tooth heaven.

I am on some serious pain meds, so should probably go crawl back into mom's nice big warm bed. She has assured me the tooth fairy will be able to find me tonight, and might even triple my handsome reward.

I am off to the opiate induced dreamland...

Overwhelmed…

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Fri, 16 Feb 2007 04:25:00 +0000

Mom was accepted into a program at a new university and started last week. She swears she cannot handle the amount of studying and research that they are demanding. They require her to be there during daylight hours and this is just unacceptable.

My entire life has been spent knowing my mom will be up at all hours of the night to entertain me. After working graves for so long, she is not adjusting well.

I personally do not agree with the new schedule as she is gone for five whole days each week. I am now confined indoors with only the nasty turd monster around. I have caught up on plenty of sleep, but even that gets lonely after a while.

We did however make it to the Vet before this all began. Our physicals were just fine, but both our blood work came back wonky. Well, I do not believe the vomit eater even has real cat blood, so they probably could not even test it properly. It already had its re-check and things already look better.

I get to head back for more tests tomorrow. Also, I finally get to go see the nice dentist lady. Only 2 weeks and counting…

I should go lay down with mom and reassure her that everything will be just fine. I am a big girl and can handle myself when she is busy and not at home as often.

I think she longs for her mole existence…

Only A Year Late...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Tue, 23 Jan 2007 11:52:00 +0000

Mom finally found enough energy to lift her finger and dial the dentist.
She made an appointment for me to get my teeth cleaned in February. I require her to stick with a very strict dental schedule since I was diagnosed with reabsorptive lesions. One year I lost 5 teeth and then another time it was down to 4 teeth.

With my calculations, I should have only had to lose 3 if we would have kept going on the same track.

But, the crazy lady wasted SO much of our income on all of the pee monsters health problems she put off my appointment. It has been almost two years since I visited the nice dentist lady.

Getting a yucky, vomit eating, stinky sister just sucks...Because of her I will probably come home toothless...

Why Am I Still Here?

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Thu, 18 Jan 2007 09:26:00 +0000

I am Tiger (aka The Hissing Slasher). I am dictating to a cat who lives here named Angel. I was told she is somehow related to me, but I have only met her a few times. She said grandma might read this and come rescue me.

I was kidnapped from home very early on Tuesday. I recall that it was still dark out and some snow had just began to fall. After all this time, I have yet to be returned. Mom if you are reading this, I am still alive but do not enjoy being beat up by Sahara. No matter how hard I try, I have been unable to appease her and all escape attempts have failed. Please send help immediately!

Angel here...

I was sworn to secrecy about the Vet visit so I have allowed Tiger to fruitlessly whine to grandma on the internet.

We had a wicked snow storm here and mom has not been able to leave the house in days. Our appointment had to be re-scheduled for tomorrow, so I have had to keep my lips closed about the classified information.

Do not worry Tiger. You will be safely returned once we are able to drive and visit the Vet.

I wish you could stay longer, but I have to concur that it does suck being wacked upside the head by Sahara...

I Know A Secret...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Tue, 16 Jan 2007 07:57:00 +0000

Mom shared with me that we are all going to the Vet tomorrow afternoon. She is even going to pick up Tiger from grandma's and take him with us.

The problem she is having is we only have 2 cat carriers. Before I came, she had no concerns as they are very roomy and Shadow and Sahara shared one cage with Tiger in the other.

Now since we all know Sahara is a grump and can't stand me or Tiger nobody can double up. She thought it would be too stressful for me to share with Tiger as we have only met 3 or 4 times.

We do have a few of those paper box carriers but she uses those on feral and lost kitties she finds and they can't be cleaned very thoroughly.

So, she has to get up extra early and go buy a new carrier. I wonder who will get to use it?

I think it should be Sahara because she was so upset that I had pooped in her old one...

Two Whole Years...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Sat, 13 Jan 2007 05:41:00 +0000

Today is the two year anniversary of my sister Shadow's passing. Mom and I still miss her very, very much. We pray she is happy and cancer free.

I thought I would share some pictures of us growing up!

This is the two of us on the first night we came home from the shelter in 1995. Mom lived in Minnesota at the time so it was VERY cold that night.

When we were growing up, I absolutely loved to clean my baby sister Shadow. Mom says I was only 1 month older...But that still counts...

Shadow loved to attack me when I was in the litter box. This made for a giant mess that Mom got to clean up.

This photo was taken when we lived in Illinois. Once again I am the caring older sister!

Us at Grandma's house after we moved back to the Northwest in 1998.

Resting at home in 2001.

Shadow at Grandma's for Christmas 2004.

The day we said goodbye...01-12-05...

Radioactive Waste…

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 12:57:00 +0000

I swear my mother is trying to slowly poison me. Every month she continues to squeeze some toxic biohazard liquid on my neck.

It causes me to spontaneously start drooling and foaming at the mouth, and I am unable to stop. Then she chases me around the house for a half an hour wiping my face with a Kleenex and laughing.

I do not find it funny at all. If you really want me dead, why not just make it swift and put me out of my misery.

Of course, the pee monster Angel never drools or even objects to her torture. It is no wonder, since she has no olfactory sense or vision so is not aware of mom’s secret plot.

So much for my new year’s dreams. It is only the sixth and they are already being shattered…

Freedom For Christmas...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Thu, 28 Dec 2006 03:09:00 +0000

I spent four glorious days at grandma's without having to go near the pee monster. Mom took me a whole day early and left me a whole day after she was gone. Yeah, the yeti was there for Christmas eve and Christmas day, but I did not even see her.

I was able to explore outside and chat with all the critters. Grandpa's squirrels are now morbidly obese, since he feeds them peanuts and seeds upon request. They waddle right up to the back door and take their food right out of his hand. I was very nice and did not chase them at all. I guess it was my holiday spirit.

I was able to spend copious amounts of time crammed behind the computer desk where I slept and snored to my hearts content.

There was a new kind of food that they feed the hissing slasher, and I did not have to take any Cosequin for my arthritis.

They even had a big ole' tree in the house. I seem to remember a time when my mother always decorated the house for the Christmas season. The last few years she has been "too busy" with work and school. Please, it is only her pure laziness that causes us poor little critters to have no Christmas cheer in our house.

I had a wonderful holiday, but mom says I was very obstinate and did not spend one waking moment with her. That is because I was still very hurt, by her lack of spirit and utter lapse in memory.

See, she was so busy with school and having no electricity that she completely forgot that she adopted me the 17th of December in 1995. Thanks so much for remembering you old hag.

In spite of her senility, I will show my first day with mom celebrating Christmas...

Proof my mother was once a jolly human. Despite her crankiness, I was one happy cat this year. I hope everyone else enjoyed their Christmas celebrations as well.

We Can See...Well, Except Angel...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 09:02:00 +0000

Thank goodness, PGE has our electricity up and running. We were hit hard by the big scary storm that flew through the Pacific Northwest. Around our neighborhood, there were trees uprooted and electric poles with wires down everywhere.

Poor mom was trying her hardest to finish up her finals and research papers, but the storm hit and we went dark. The battery on the computer finally ran out and she attempted to write by candle light, but it was just too hard.

Grandma came and saved us around midnight Friday, but do you know what mom did. She left Angel and I here to freeze all alone in the dark.

Well, she actually came back around 3 am and saved us. We were both fast asleep and toasty warm in our beds. Grandma needed to get up real early for work so mom decided to let grandma go to bed and she would come back alone and pack us up.

Mom finished her classes, immediately crawled into bed, and actually slept for 17 hours straight. We were starving and near death, but no amount of crying woke her up.

Finally, the smoke detector did the trick. No, Angel and I did not burn down the house, the battery was running out, so it kept chirping real loud.

She awoke, gave us tons of yummy food, and tucked me away in the closet for a nice nap. All is well and back to normal.

I'm A Reindeer...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Thu, 07 Dec 2006 18:48:00 +0000

Saw this on Skeezix's site and thought I would finally try one of these "tests"...

You Are Donner

The most loveable and sweet reindeer, you're also a total dork!

Why You're Naughty: You keep (accidentally) tripping the yeti pee monster while she walks.

Why You're Nice: You're always smiling, even if you've fallen flat on your hairy ass.

Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?

Recall On Sale...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Fri, 01 Dec 2006 07:50:00 +0000

Despite my best efforts, I had to remove my defective mother from public sale. I guess it is somehow ethically or morally unlawful to try and traffic humans.

Plus, mom said she is just too busy for relocation at this time because of her upcoming research papers due dates and college finals.

I suppose I can try and think of alternatives ways to punish her for my injustice. In the meantime, I will take advantage of her sudden added interest in my play and feeding routine.

Yet, I still have this overwhelming feeling that she is somehow trying to quiet my vocal protest...

Cat Caretaker For Sale...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Sun, 26 Nov 2006 02:32:00 +0000

When mom really upsets me, I usually talk of running away to grandmas. This time I am going to try something new. I am putting my mom up for sale to the highest bidder. Remember, I must obtain top dollar so I can secure a newer model to replace her.

Now, before you get too excited and whip out your ATM cards, I need to expound on why this has happened and I need to illustrate her strengths and weaknesses.

See mom and I have a long history together. She adopted my sister and I in 1995 and we have been her rock ever since. After my sister and the bully bird both passed away, I stepped up and took on the role of head mom caretaker. This was working fabulously until she came up with the brilliant idea to adopt a “friend” for me. Life has never been the same since.

I have suffered in silence long enough. She conspired with the yeti furball and posted disgusting pictures of me for the whole world to see. Now, I will not start trying to defend myself since this same sadistic behavior has happened before. Not in the too distant past was I drugged and placed next to the hissing slasher so hideous photographs could be taken. Once again, my mother has crossed the line and I have no more forgiveness in my heart.

Let us first examine her strengths:

She is patient. You would have to be to adopt a three legged, toothless, blind, stinky ass cowcat who pisses all over your house.
She is selfless. If any kitty in the house is asleep on the big people bed, she will gladly curl up on the couch as to not disturb you.
She listens. When anyone cries, she will pick you up or dole out yummy food on demand.
She is tidy. Our litter boxes are impeccably clean and scooped numerous times a day.
She is observant. If she suspects you are suffering any ailment, you will be rushed to the Vet at any hour of the day or night.

Being a fair and honest cat, I must point out her flaws so you are well educated before any purchase.

She does not cook. Since I am selling her as a cat caretaker, only kitties that eat food from a can/bag/jar need to look at her.
She is a perpetual student. This is an ongoing process so you will have to put up with her wacky schedule until she feels she has enough letters after her name.
She purchases toxic waste. Not only does she squirt it on your neck, she lies and says it is for “fleas”.
She sucks at photography. If you have ever seen my blog before you probably already know this.
She is a traitor. If any “new” creature comes along, she will conspire with them to humiliate you. Once again, only kitties in well-established households should consider her.

There you have it folks, a fair and balanced examination of my mom. I will consider any reasonable offer and trades will be considered. If there are any SERIOUS buyers, please contact me and we can negotiate.

Sahara Loves Me...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 14:40:00 +0000

It has only been 8 short months since I was adopted, and it has been very tough learning my way around my new home. Mom assures me I have adapted marvelously and am a very nice buddy for my sister Sahara. I have tried really hard to understand her likes and dislikes while also trying to show her some of my personal idiosyncrasies.

She had a rough time understanding that I have no eyes so could not see her while I was walking. Also, I needed to understand she does not always enjoy being chased down the hall. Despite our differences I think we may have finally learned to become friends.

To prove this point, I conspired with mom, and I finally have some hard evidence that Sahara may actually love me.

Evidence File #1: Both of us relaxing on the big warm bed. Yeah, Sahara may look somewhat tentative, but I believe that is due to the flash from the camera scaring her.

Evidence File #2: Me enjoying a rest on my heated couch position while Sahara plays extremely close to me.

Evidence File #2(a): Same incident but from a frontal view.

Evidence File #2(b): Same frontal view, with zoom, to prove closeness of proximity.

Sahara loves me. Case closed...

I would like to thank mom for her assistance with solidifying my defense.

Politicians Sweep Midterm Elections...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Thu, 09 Nov 2006 10:40:00 +0000

So, mom sat and watched the election coverage yesterday. I being ineligible to vote, was not to interested in the results. So I spend the evening doing this...

And of course this...

When all was said and done, she was shocked at the final results. The Politicians won.

Resounding Victories In All States, Counties, Cities, Towns

WASHINGTON, DC-After months of aggressive campaigning and with nearly 99 percent of ballots counted, politicians were the big winners in Tuesday's midterm election, taking all 435 seats in the House of Representatives, retaining a majority with 100 out of 100 seats in the Senate, and pushing political candidates to victory in each of the 36 gubernatorial races up for grabs...

Hello Autumn...Goodbye Friends...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Wed, 01 Nov 2006 01:10:00 +0000

With the weather changing so fast I will not be spending as much time outside on the enclosed patio. It is mighty chilly out there and I prefer to keep my hairy ass toasty warm.

The down side is I will get to spend less time chatting with my wild critter friends. So, I have decided to post some pictures from my spring and summer encounters.

These are the baby ducklings who hatched early in the spring...

The same babies after a few weeks...Geez they grow fast...

Mister pheasant who I visited at Grandma and Grandpas...He somehow lost his beautiful tail feathers...

The wild and elusive hissing slasher...Well, O.K., he is somewhat tame...And I do not enjoy chatting with him whatsoever...

This is a horrible picture...Once again reflecting my mothers inept photography skills... But I swear the glowing things are the eyes of two coyotes who ran next to our house...They were not able to stop and chat...Thank goodness...

Mr. Nutria aka 'Newty' and the adult ducks...Grandma can't stand to look at this fellow...She swears he is prehistoric...He loves green apples and is a great conversationalist...

Big raccoon eating some bread momma fed him...He is actually friendly and never is mean to me...

The little lizard who ran into the house...I found her with my superior olfactory nerves...She did not stay long, mom said she had to get back to her family...

Some bizarre hideous new species of cowcat I discovered...If only my dream came true she would be outside all year long...

So, there are my buddies. It is going to be a long boring winter without all their company. But, I will be back to chat when the weather changes again!

I Did Not Sign Up For This...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Sun, 22 Oct 2006 04:46:00 +0000

And I do not approve. Nobody consulted me with all these different medications. Everyday I endure having a syringe full of oily liquid squirted in my mouth and some powder sprinkled on my food. I then have to suffer through having my ears wiped clean then some sticky goop rubbed on them. Geez. Any other orifice you want to violate? I am going to sleep now, so leave me alone...

Drop That Shrew...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Mon, 16 Oct 2006 10:34:00 +0000

Mom and I heard a commotion outside so went to investigate. That is when we spied an orange tabby cat with my shrew in its mouth. Mom clapped real loud and the kitty dropped him and ran. Thank goodness for mom, or my buddy would have been dinner.

Yes...I Understand...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Sat, 14 Oct 2006 07:09:00 +0000

Yes, I understand you are busy with school.

Yes, I understand you can't wrap your brain around Plato's "The Republic".

Yes, I understand you are still feeling like death.

Yes, you still need to get off your fat lazy ass and feed me.

Yes, I will stand here and cry incessantly until you move.

Cough..Cough..Sniffle..Sniffle...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Fri, 06 Oct 2006 11:44:00 +0000

It seems as though my mom is a walking germ. She is coughing and/or blowing her nose every two seconds. Between her and the cowcat trying to breathe, I feel as if I am being housed in a small cage with two water buffalo.

Add to this the fact she can not decide if she is cold or hot so proceeds to throw the covers on and off every five minutes. It is a wonder I am still alive after all this missed sleep.

Everywhere I try and nap I am forced to listen to some God awful coughing/gagging booger noise. Enough already. Go to the Doctor and get something for that. I am done listening to it...

Hello Again...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Wed, 04 Oct 2006 08:29:00 +0000

Angel here. I have not been on the computer for a while so I thought I would give an update that was not biased from Saharas mouth.

First off, I believe my litter box habits are just divine. Sure, I might miss the box every once in a while, but what do you expect...I was born without eyes. I have NEVER had a stinky accident. I am very polite when it comes to my crap, but my pee I am a little less concerned about. Also, I do have some medical issues, so cut me some slack. You try having a chronic bladder condition and being perfect every time. I try my best. Look at it this way, you are not the one who has to take 3 different medications everyday.

Mom has this annoying habit of picking me up and placing me in the damn sand box when I do not even have to go. Geez...I know where they are at. She thinks this will help me in some strange way. I do amuse her and scratch around and proceed to throw litter all over the floor before jumping out and escaping. Maybe she will catch on that this practice is irritating... I am a big girl you know.

I want to thank my mom for the Feliway air diffuser she bought. It is very relaxing, so much so that I just can not help myself from urinating right underneath it. I was told this was not the intended purpose, but it does help me remain cool and calm, which is just fine for me.

Secondly, I am not fat.... 10.7 pounds does not a fat cat weigh. Sure, I might have filled out a wee bit, but the food here is heavenly. I get to eat whenever I want, and I get yummy food 2-3 times a day. What is a girl to do. I actually do not scarf down my whole bowl, I often leave some for a light snack later.

I may appear to be slightly overweight but mom is not a professional photographer either...She could take some more flattering pictures of me then when I am sound asleep and letting it all hang out.

I also want to thank the mom for all the heat sources in this house. I am a heat seeker, and she accommodates me without question. There is a little hard box under the desk that I love to curl up on...

There is also a heated spot on the couch that is toasty 24 hours a day. I even have to jump down periodically to cool off.

The big comfy bed is warm all day and night also. I am not able to jump up there all by myself but I do have the luxury off being picked up when the feeling hits me.

Since mom is back in school I know she will have the computer on constantly, so I will post again soon. Just remember that what Sahara says may not be the whole truth. She has been known to exaggerate in the past...

It's Alive...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Thu, 21 Sep 2006 11:41:00 +0000

My mom decided to crawl out from whatever rock she was living under and turn the computer on today. My goodness it has been FOREVER since I've been able to type on this thing.

My dreams came true and I was able to spend a few days at the grandparents house. It was beautiful weather and the hissing slasher did not bother me too much. I was able to visit with all the squirrels and wildlife that live on their property.

The weather has really changed here in the last few weeks. Cold and pouring rain each day. Mom loves this weather so has all the damn windows open so she can listen to the relaxing rain. It does not bother me too much but Angel just freaks out. I sit and laugh at her as she tries to run around ( into walls ) and hide in a quiet spot. I guess rain will make her melt, like the wicked witch in OZ.

Our vet finally established a new practice so mom drug our asses to go see him. I was very embarrassed to be diagnosed with arthritis. Mom had been hearing some creaking and pops from my back hips and the Doc confirmed her suspicions. She now calls me the old fart lady and I really do not appreciate the new name at all. I have to take some Cosequin medication everyday now. To make it even worse the fat cowcat is already on that medication. Oh, how humiliating.

Speaking of that fat thing. I can now call her a fluff butt again as all her hair has grown back.

She was weighed at the Vet and is up too 10.7 pounds. What a chub butt. She was 6.6 pounds in March when mom adopted her. Mom claims she is her normal weight now and was too skinny at the shelter. My ass. She was just fine before, and is a big hairy slug who waddles around the house now.

That rotund stomach does not give off the impression of svelte and trim. More like blubbo!

Yeah, I am getting some what used to her invading my peaceful home. She does makes me feel young and agile even though I AM 4 years older with arthritis thank you. I can still split off like a terror down the hall and leave her in my dust. She actually can make it about half way down the hall now without smacking head first into the wall. Life sucks for you!

Enough about her. I was tagged by The Zoo, so I guess I should play even though I think it must have happened about 6 years ago. (Thanks MOM).

Here are the rules: The player of this game starts with "5 weird things/habits about yourself and your humans."

Sahara:

I do not drink water out of the cat bowl on the floor. I only drink from mom's water glass, or the toilet.
I only play with the plastic handle end of the feather toys. I could care less about the feathers or a dumb bell.
I drool for hours after mom puts on my Frontline.
I hate rugs. Any in the house will be attacked and moved.
I like to spend some alone time in the bathtub.

My mother:

She sadly believes I can understand English.
She never falls asleep or wakes up at the same time. She is usually up with me all night long.
She can/will fall asleep in a tiny corner of her mattress, while we critters stretch out on the whole bed.
She carries all forms of critters (bugs, spiders, moths, etc..) outside instead of killing them. That is unless I get to them first!
She only eats once a day, but her ass continues to get bigger.

Angel:

Who cares!

The Earth Is Round...Right...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Thu, 17 Aug 2006 06:37:00 +0000

I thought it was, but I could swear my mom had fallen off the edge. She has not even turned on the computer in what feels like months. She has been very busy working this summer before she returns to school next month. I have been basically bored being home all this time. Angel is not much of a play mate, but she still tries to chase me around the house.

Yeah, we still live in pee and squalor. Mom added yet ANOTHER litter box, so that makes 5 boxes for 2 damn cats. My toilet behavior remains impeccable and I do not have to share with the cowcat.

I met a new friend on the deck. A little shrew has been visiting and eating the seeds that the birds drop. Mom has tried to snap a photo but he just runs screeching away when she opens the door. He yells and screeches at me when I try to touch and smell him too.

Since my life is a borefest, I do not have much to share. Mom finally was able to turn off the A/C and we once again have fresh air circulating in the house. I am once again planted in my window listening and smelling the world pass me by.

If I act pitiful enough, maybe mom will let me go spend some time outside at grandma and grandpas house. That would put some excitement into my mundane life...

Attack Of The Blue Chux...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Mon, 17 Jul 2006 10:17:00 +0000

Mom has come up with a most glorious idea, so she thinks. After adding as many litter boxes as she could, and spending my retirement on the cowcat, she bought blue chux.

Now for those who do not know, these are disposable blue pads she uses in the hospital to absorb various bodily fluids from patients. Mom had the brilliant idea that she would place a blue chux on the ground wherever the vomit eater has peed on the carpet.

First, she made the horrific mistake of using a black light to "see" where the cowcat pissed. My goodness, it looks like a damn CSI crime show was taped in here. There were glowing spots EVERYWHERE. Well, not really, but it was a bizarre sight to see. I think I will invest in some rubber clogs for cats to walk around this place!

So much for any of her medications working. Yeah, she is still pissing everywhere, so back to the vet she went.

Mom obsessively cleaned the carpet where the offender has peed, then placed a blue chux down in case the turd had another accident. This ritual has continued for weeks now, and the result?

We no longer have carpet, we now have chux for flooring. She used so many, grandma had to order a huge box from the medical supply company at her office. My mother is throwing away more cash on this thing than I can count.

What's next? We replace the carpet with blue tarp's from the camping store? I know, just throw litter all over the place and we will make it an 1100 square foot shit box!

And, I still need to go to the dentist, Thank You.....

Sneak...

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Fri, 07 Jul 2006 10:56:00 +0000

While I was sound asleep, my mother snuck out of the house at midnight last night. I was left home alone with the deformed cow. I rifled through her purse when she returned and found the evidence.

She went and enjoyed the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie without even thinking of taking me. That is just fine. I too can be a bitch.

She had better watch out....

How Now Brown Cow....

noreply@blogger.com (Sahara) — Wed, 28 Jun 2006 11:05:00 +0000

My life seems to have been flipped ass backwards. The vomit eating turd was gone for a few days but returned at night. I was hopeful that mom was going on a pleading and begging mission to scrounge a home for the fluff butt.

It was looking very promising that my mom had finally came to her senses and decided to get rid of the yeti hairball. To my surprise she left one morning and came home that evening with an alien that closely resembles a jersey cow.

After inspecting and smelling it for some time, I realized I had been screwed. It was the damn annoyance minus all its retched hair.

Before leaving one morning.....

After arriving home that evening.....

Before.....

After.....

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.....And I thought MY life sucked.....