The Rant Rave thread

Oh yeah so ..umm... will the beaver whip out the tassels? Oh damn wrong thread.....

Rave :

Mamacita's letting me borrow Papi!

Make sure you ask him though , cuz I don't want him here against his will.

Rant :

I'm ruining my diet for a whole week , starting tomorrow.

I bet I'll gain another 10 pounds. DAMMIT IT ALL TO HELL!

Rant: The Fiancé's parents are coming tomorrow for Thanksgiving dinner (and they hate me for not being Korean and/or a rich doctor).

Rave: The Fiance bought me a bottle of delicious bourbon as a pre-reward for putting up with them!

Rave: I am NOT the designated driver today :-)

Rave :

I'm done hating Carnivore!

Rant :

He might do something to drive me crazy again so ,it might not last.

Rave :

My cherry pah has cooled and I'm daydreaming of the very bad things I will be doing to it in a few more hours.

You're going to do bad things to your "cherry pie" huh?

.... I'll let whynot field this one :-'

no way, Mr Em and Mrs whynot would join forces to teach me a few things.

Rant: I ate three pieces of pie.

Rave: I ate three pieces of pie.

RANT: ate and then quickly fell asleep for n hour

Rave: the meal was amazing *Yawn* (still sleepy)

from my cat:

rave: i got to lick the turkey platter.

rant: a baby piled crackers on my head. (i was not allowed to eat the baby.)

from Dude the dog:

rave: I laid under the table. Whynot's mother in law fed my turkey.

rant: I got told not to bark, even though I was excited because of all the people and turkey

sweet tea wrote: from my cat:

rave: i got to lick the turkey platter.

rant: a baby piled crackers on my head. (i was not allowed to eat the baby.)

Sweet tea = crackers/head made my day. Thank you.

from my cats:

rant: grandma's big fat orange cat chases us all over the house and makes us scared

rave: we go under the bed and he's too fat to follow us :-)

From Fat O-Dawg:

Rave: Grandma cooks breakfast, lunch AND dinner for me!

Rant: Having to go back home with my mother who's idea of cooking is dumping some kibble in my bowl and yelling "Dig IN!!"

From my foster cat Roscoe (AKA Kitty, Don Gato, piglet, spot etc...):

Rave: got fed all day whenever I wanted and even got a can of tuna! Plus mom and dad let me sleep on their furniture and attack all their paper recycling.

Rant: Mom did not let me sharpen my claws on her suitcase.