St. Patrick’s Day Is Fun. The Morning After, Not So Much.

Apparently, “Kiss me, I’m Irish” had turned into “Come home with me, I’m Irish.”  It seemed Lucky had had a good night last night, although he was a little fuzzy on the details.  Now, who was she and how was he supposed to tell her to leave?

But I’m Not Even 30 Yet!

This was awful.  A couple weeks ago, Puff had found her first gray hair, and now it seemed they were popping up everywhere.  If she started plucking them all out, she’d have no hair left.  If she dyed it, she thought people would be able to tell, which didn’t seem right.  She didn’t know what to do.  Hula Girl tried to make Puff feel better, telling her that it was okay, that the grays weren’t very noticeable, and even if they were, they only made her look more sophisticated.  Easy for her to say, Puff thought.  That bitch never aged.  She was probably going to look the same until they pried that damn ukelele out of her cold, dead hands.

The Difference Between Pilates And Pirates Is An “Arrrrgh”

Puff and Annabella were serious about trying to get in shape, but these core workouts had proven to be a little more challenging than Puff had anticipated.

Please Enter Your PIN

Puff could have sworn there was more money in her account than what she was now seeing on the ATM screen.  Was it possible somebody had her debit card number and was making unauthorized transactions?  It was like all the money had disappeared overnight.  Although now that she thought about it, last night was kind of fuzzy.  Actually, last night was real fuzzy.  Crap.  It looked like she was just going to have to wait until payday on Friday to eat again.

Priorities

Puff had just gotten another text message. She felt compelled to answer it, but she’d just gotten a manicure and her claws were still wet. By the time they dried off, she knew she’d have forgotten all about the text, so she debated with herself: Answer it and risk messing up the paint job on her lovely claws, or just forget about it and face the wrath of her shunned friend the next day? In the end, Puff went with shunning the friend. He’d forgive her (probably), and that manicure wasn’t cheap.

I’ll Deck YOUR Halls, Buddy

As Puff hung precariously from the branches of the Christmas tree, she tried to remember the spirit of the holiday season. If Tim didn’t like where she and the monkey put the ornaments, why didn’t he just decorate the damn tree himself?
*for Adrian

The Majority Of Accidents Happen In The Home

Great. Puff was just trying to reach the pen she had dropped between the couch cusions when the calamity occured. She was hopelessly stuck, and it would be at least an hour before Tim would get home and be able to help her. On the plus side, she’d found the sparkly hair clip she thought was lost, plus enough quarters to do her next load of laundry.