Good Things.

Beer, Hot Tomales, The charleston, Topher, and Design. Such a good night.

Fact

Fitted sheets are stupid and impossible to fold.

Cat Dance

I'm back home, In the living room of my parents' house in Forest Lake. The house I grew up in. Looking around everything is the same. Two big comfortable green couches sit around a pair of old distressed wood coffee tables. Tables that have moved with our family since before I can remember. They're more distressed now than they ever have been. When I look to the right, I see a cat in our backyard. As I watch, the cat starts pooping… and it keeps pooping. This cat is dropping a load that would put anyone to shame. As it finishes, it stands on it's hind legs and starts to dance a crazy cat dance. If that's not strange enough I look to the right and there are two more cats dancing. I hear a bongo beat playing and the cats are dancing in sync with it. Their paws and legs moving in the awkward fashion I imagine a cat standing up might dance… I turn my head to the left and through blurry eyes I can i see my sideways alarm clock reading 3 am. "Damn that was weird."