People who are trying to sell you something will often promise they’ve got “something for everyone.”
Usually, this is about as factual as the promise, on the back of those things where you use a magnet to give a cartoon guy a beard with metal shavings, that you will have “hours and hours of fun.”
But, guys, seriously: we’ve got something for everyone.
Are you in desperate need of tequila? The cats have your back.
Do you ache to get within bandanna-touching distance of Bret Michaels? You can thank me later.
Do you want – no, need – a hand-knit hat that brands you a first-class Tabby’s Place fan? Go for it.
Are you ready to board the Mommy Bus? Go on, now.
Is your pantry gasping with emptiness until you fill it with twelve jars of ketchup? Stock up, homies.
OK, now if you believed that last one, I have a nice bridge I’d like to sell you.
Oh, wait. Actually, I do.
Like I said: something for everyone. Now stop reading this and go, bid. And remember that you’re saving cats as you acquire yourself some awesomeness.
Twelve jars of ketchup kinds of awesomeness.*
*Very important note: we also have more typically-desirable, boring-for-the-blog things like gift cards and jewelry and tickets and beauty stuff. But this is a twelve jars of ketchup kinda blog. All aboard the Mommy Bus…