just a matter of time.

so our latest tv obsession is hoarders on a & e--

"Each 60-minute episode of Hoarders is a fascinating look inside the lives of two different people whose inability to part with their belongings is so out of control that they are on the verge of a personal crisis."

if you've never had an opportunity to watch this show, i HAVE to tell you: your life is lacking at this moment.

it's like watching one great big, giant trainwreck--it's such a nightmare, you don't really want to look. but you CAN'T. TEAR. YOURSELF. AWAY.

usually the conditions these people are living under are absolutely mind-boggling and completely deplorable. food, garbage, more garbage, more food--they have such massive amounts of junk in their homes or apartments that they can't seem to let go of. it makes you want to take them by the shoulders, shake them really hard, and then slap some sense into them.

but here's where it gets dicey for mindi: in almost EVERY single scenario that involves a female, there are always cats living amongst the filth. and usually more than one.

the startling revelation that i am just 2 felines away from crazy cat-lady dawned on my last night when we watched the episode where shirley hoarded cats. yes, you just read that right: CATS. she estimated that she might have 20 or so roaming her property, but when the animal control department came in to take care of business, the final count was something like 37 live cats and 50(ish?) dead ones. YIKES.

i keep thinking to myself, "self? how did you hold strong for 15 + years of marriage on the 'no pets' policy, only to fall so hard now?"

and now i realize that, in about 30 years, i will eventually be busted by peta for hoarding cats and dressing them up in little clown costumes while wearing THIS shirt:




it's really only a matter of time.