Where the Hell is My Shawl, Sonny?

My first day as a 33 year old and what did I do this evening?

I hand stitched the holes in the satin edge of my blanket and watched Jeopardy, while yelling out the answers, then cracking up because I had no idea what the answers really were but damn, I’m funny!

All I need are ten cats and a funky smell coming from the kitchen.

What man wouldn’t want this?