I mixed up the midori cake. It smells wonderful! I also cleaned up Bo’s newly made piss stains in the dining room. Each time I think we have him broken of the dining room toilet concept, he falls right back into it. My only solution is to get hardwood floors. That way I can sponge it up easier. And as Elvis croons I have vacuumed and dusted the living room. I love when I am productive!

Reflections on the word “midori”.
It means “green” in Japapese.
Midori liqueur is made in Mexico.
Midori is the name of an African-American porn star born in 1968.
NOW THAT’S WHAT I CALL MULTI-CULTURAL!
Viva diversity, my lotus-blottom dawg!
Of course I meant “Japanese’, not Japapese.
Midori also robs you of your ability to type.
Speaking of Elvis (And Netflix) I just watched “Mystery Train” again. Great movie!
I have a secret for making any food diet!
Take a bite, swish it around in your mouth, savoring the taste and then spit it out! NO CALORIES! 😉