Zigga What? Zigga Who?

Two things I noticed when I walked in the door tonight:

Oh, I’m so angry. Look at my angry, angry eyes.

What?

I had to wait a couple hours for the explanation, which was, “Oh, that? I built a Ziggurat. With the pillows. You know, so the kitty couldn’t mess up the curtains.” Oh, ok. Silly me!

On another note: two JayZ references in five days and four posts. This must be some kind of a record for an almost 30-year-old white girl from the burbs. Love!