Texts From Mittens by Angie Bailey for October 31, 2022

Never saw or heard of the Chicken Dance until my junior prom, about four months after I had moved to Wisconsin. I was simultaneously horrified and intrigued.

I remember it and it was silly, stupid, and kin of funny watching others do it.

I believe Mitty’s memory should have “out of my head” at the end.

Mitty is sure fussy. My cats don’t care what anyone is wearing. They just want petting, snacks, and toys. Monroe thinks every thing in the house is his toy.

Give Mitty a liver treat. He’ll stop complaining.

#haaaaack

It’s not a party if Patty’s not in her coconut bikini!

“can’t get the image . . . . " out of your head?

or can’t get rid of the image?

Two, three, four, Stumpy’s here he’ll tell you more. It was a bitsy tipsy, teeny weeny Patty’s coconut bikini, Mittens saw for the first time today…. in the locker he wanted to stay.

Assuming it was “get rid of the image”, that story cannot be untold.

I really hate it when I post something on Facebook or Twitter and realize I’ve left a word out.