My stray friend

So the other day we were sitting in the garage watching the kids play with the neighbor kids and out of no where this cute little kitty came meowing to me. He could not have been older than 9 months and was supper skinny. So like a good person I petted him and gave him a cup of milk. Well he did not go away after that milk and a storm rolled in. During the storm the kids found him under the truck and brought him in the garage. Now at this point the man noticed what was going on....that is when he got mad. He is allergic to cats and hates them. But the kids with their, But daddy it is raining and he is hungry, got him. So he let the kids feed the cat. Then we closed the garage for the night and came in the house. While we sat here watching the boob tube the cat came meowing at the sliding glass door. That mad the man even more upset, "Get your damn cat out of here!" So I tried to get him to go but he would not. So I closed the door and went to bed. Now it stormed all night so I though he would go home or something. NOT. When we woke up the little shit was in the kitchen window. It sounded like he was in the damn house. The man was like your damn cat is in the house and I can't breathe right. He was sneezing and had hay fever at this point. Latter that day he was gone. So I was like good now stop your bitching he is out of here. The very next day guess who was here and who was sicker now?
You got it, the cat and the man. So to make all things better I decided to take him to the shelter. During this time we had not one but 2 people come ask us if that was our cat as he was in their house.....
This really mad the man upset. So I took the cat to the shelter. I did seriously. Then I came home washed the patio and garage floor and windows to get rid of the cat stuff just to make the man better.
So later that night we were watching the boob tube and the man yells at me....WTF women I thought you said you took that damn cat to the shelter? I was like yeah. He said look out side right now.... there was another damn cat running in the back yard up the fence.
Damn cats. I think that was the momma she was bigger and looked just like the baby.
So that was my story of my friend the stray cat.

10 years and counting

So we made it to our 10 year anniversary. So for the day we went to Pensacola Beach with no kids to stay the night at the Hilton. While there we bar hopped and just had a great time. This was the first place we stopped at, "Hemingway's." The food was wonderful and the view was too. After Hemming ways we went to check in at the room and then we headed to Flounders. Flounders is a great place to bring the kids and just go to kick back have a drink or just relax to music. You can even play volley ball. All of this open to the beach. So we get to the bar one of like 5 and we notice that people are drinking out a really huge mason jars. So the bartender tells us they are famous for, "Diesel Fuel." Okay so the man orders one and it is all alcohol with a squirt and I mean a drop here people of coke. Just pure booze. This totally made me order just a beer or I would be on the floor after that drink. The man could not even finish this drink.
So this is the view of Flounders from the water. We sat on the chairs by the water and just watched the people. After that we headed up to the band. Which was not bad.
Hey baby.
This is us after 1 drink.....
Well we left Flounders and went back to Hemingway's to get the man a cigar. While there we had a few more drinks which we normal. We also listened to a great band called, " The 3 amigos."
After this place we walked over to, "Crabs." When we get there I notice people are drinking out of buckets. Buckets people. So this girl tells me we should get one. Turns out we knew her. The man went to OCS with her. SO she bought us our first round. So I get this drink called, "Voodoo Juice." People this drink is just crazy. Only one shot of pineapple juice and one shot of cranberry. The rest was booze. So you can only guess I was not walking straight after this bucket.
Well for some reason we left and went to a bar. I don't remember this bar as I could not read anymore. I wonder why? Then we went to another bar....I don't know how I got there nor do I remember getting there. The man tells me that I hung on to his arm for dear life and we stumbled to the room where I somehow changed into a swimsuit and we went to the hot tub....Don't ask why I don't know. I do remember getting kicked out though. That was all people. I don't know anything else. I do know that these people on Pensacola beach intend on getting you fucked up. They want you to stay....
They also intend for you to only drink out of buckets and huge mason jars...