I’m being shamed by my friends because I haven’t seen enough Lifetime Movies. It’s fair. I only recently stoked my love affair with LM. I suppose, previously, I had better things to do. Now I don’t.
Anyways, back to the shaming…
This started when I asked, which of them was planning a wonderful night in on Sunday to watch Prosecuting Casey Anthony. This inquiry spiraled into a retelling of their favorite movies leading to quiz time.
While searching for an image of cotton candy, I stumbled across this baby donkey named Cotton Candy.
I was taken aback and my jaw dropped when I saw Cotton. I never knew a baby donkey was so cute. For when you feel like sending me a gift, please make it a baby donkey.
Black or white, cream or grey. It doesn’t matter to me. I’m colorblind. Just buy me a mini donkey and I’ll love you forever. Cotton Candy (left) and Fifi (right) here, are from Flight of Fancy.
As I watch my dog,Charlie, play with a pile of towels, that’s really my cat, Trinity, attacking from underneath, I’m struck my how much Charlie looks like a donkey. That’s more appropriate than the usual case of mistaken identity (“is he a wolf?”).
What do you think?
India is on the left, she’s the baby donkey. Charlie is the one on the right. He’s quietly guarding that amazing stick.
This morning, I called in an order for creamed chipped beef. My country-fried dad would make a similar recipe, which he called SOS (shit on a shingle). Class act. This is one of those disgusting dishes that you dream about.
The creamed chipped beef (CCB) comes with a waffle and potatoes. So that’s toast, covered in cream gravy, with a little bit of beef sprinkled in, potatoes on the side and a waffle. It’s carb-erific.