This is my kitty, Raphael. He passed away this evening and I am not ok.
This crazy little guy was 13. Adopted from a shelter with a 3 month prognosis in 2005, he lived another 6 years of loud meows and insanity. He shall be missed very much.
…and this is why I love David Tennant, Ladies and Gentlemen.
Mister Tennant, what are you actually doing there?
What I want to know is what happens after this gif: he totally has to crash into the ladder, right?
I mean, I just…I can’t.
If I had to describe my life goals in three words, these would be three words.
Also, I just put it on full blast for going down a flight of stairs just now, because I need epic musical support to do that the day after a marathon. Try it someday. You’ll see.
Becky even captured the real reason I train for these things! (jk, obvs)
Yesterday, I ran the Chicago Marathon. Becky made me this awesome sign.
So true. Can we stop calling it “gay sex” now, too?