The tail of 4:08 AM

Where should I begin?

I could start by telling you I'm the last remaining Ericson...well besides my cousin, Mal who spends her summers at music festivals selling funnel cakes, and her winters protesting the legalization of marijuana.

Actually, I just remembered she's engaged...yeah so it's just me. I have four older sisters, who are all gorgeous, in love, married, and have children (excluding taryn).

 I love being the fifth child, i am the witness to all baby births, i am a four-time bridesmaid champion (not including smith or fox's wedding) and well I pretty much remain under the radar now that kids and husbands have filled my space. 

Oh yeah, so I have a dog. His name is Rhinehart but he responds to Ryan, bad dog, Rhiney, Rhiney Hines, and sugarboogarbuttlittlechicken. 

He smells and has a weird gnawing problem. 

He has a single mom, with a part time job, & 18 hours of classes, it takes a toll on him. 

Well that's all for my first 'tail'(yes, its a pun). Wish I was cooler. 

In love, dog hair, & all things Harry potter,

Allison

Ain't no party like a cat party.

As I was driving through Remerton on Saturday I came across the most epic party of all time...a cat party. Boy was it crawling with felines. Nestled between Firehouse Tattoos and City Hall lies a vacant concrete slab strictly reserved for cat parties.

I know this because I've seen it.

After turning my vehicle around I slowly crept past the party of fur only to witness the arrival of a human. Yes, the rare cat lady spotting had occurred. RESPECT.

I dont want you guys getting the wrong idea...i hate cats...okay maybe not hate but I strongly dislike them.
a. im allergic
b. they creep me out
c. they lurk in corners and can jump on practically anything.

But there is one thing I do like about cats... and that is their ability to throw a hella tight party.

 this is kind of what a cat party looks like.