Do-do-do-do-do I’m lovin’ it!
Marso and I ordered McDelivery for the first time today. That’s right, McDonald’s delivers! You can place your order online, get an e-mail confirmation, and in about 30 minutes the little McDonald’s dude pulls up on his McMoped with your McOrder.
Life is good.
Homeless Kitty is my “not pet.” In other words, I feed the thing, love on it and talk to it. I’ve even named it (her name is Homeless Kitty). But it’s not my pet. Homeless Kitty (Or H-K for short) lives at the MRT station near our condo. She is sleeping by the stairs every time I walk by. I have asked Marso twice if I could bring H-K home with me, but he refuses. I have tried to sell him on the kitty by offering to keep the litter box in Jean-Luc’s room -- you know, so maybe we can make the boy’s room smell better. Still, he refuses to let me bring H-K home. So for now, H-K stays at the MRT and I share feeding responsibilities with the others who live in Jurong West.