ahahahahhhh um.

For most of my dream last night my cousins and I were searching the freezer bins at Food World in increasing desperation for the perfect mint and chocolate icecream to buy.

But at the end, I found out my eldest cousin used to be into cannibalism. As a kink. (Please note: he isn't really.) (I'm not sure what that kink is actually called though.) Then I woke up.

I would really like some mint chocolate chip icecream right now, though. Maybe in a chocolate cookie sandwich.

He's writing his book "How To Be a Turd" as we speak.

So Russel Crowe has started frequently beating Perry up and stealing his bed. Like this was the third time today:

I went to step over the dog and looked down and said, "Perry, when did you get so small and feline?" Wax craned over to see and commented, "Russel Crowe, you're such a turd."

I naturally wondered where the dog was if the cat was in the dog bed, and located him in the middle of the room, directly behind Wax on the bare floor. "Wax, look."

She leaned over the back of the sofa to get a closer look and informed me, "He's sleeping on the tea cosy."