In honor of St. Patrick's Day, Tallulah is disguised as an Irish Wolfhound.
Okay, I went in the kitchen to take a picture of Tallulah looking not at all like an Irish Wolfhound, thinking that would be funny, but what was funny instead was this ridiculous, I'm-in-the-middle-of-eating expression I caught instead. Whose new hobby is taking incredibly unflattering pictures of her otherwise pretty dog? She looks like some sort of hardened fishwife or something. "Don't eff with me, bub."
Hey, is my Irish reader still reading? If so, could you comment? It's the holiday of your people, after all. Anyone who's reading in Ireland, please comment, and I will make you watch the Irish Spring commercial like I did the other Irish reader.
For those of you who didn't read a few months back, I asked everyone to write in and say where they were, which was fascinating, and the person who was in Ireland I emailed an Irish Spring commercial from the '80s. She was appalled by the accents.
Speaking of which, we do have a winner in the "guess where the mayonnaise in my fridge came from" contest the other day, and I have alerted said winner via email, and I will make an official announcement about her grand June prize soon. Prepared to be oh-so-envious of it.
I have to go shower and get into my green sweater. I am hoping someone brings cupcakes with green frosting to work. You notice how, as usual, I hope someone else did something nice for the office, never for a moment considering being the person who would do the nice thing herself.
I'm magically horrific.
I will close with a photo of Winston sleeping, and he was pleased with me for bugging him while he slept.
I took this because when the mail got here yesterday, among the 47,000 things for Susan Y., the annoying person who lived here before us who didn't leave a forwarding address, was a Netflicks movie. I do not know why I get excited about these, as 90% of the time they are either a music documentary or someone in concert. So when I opened it up and it was ridiculous Fountains of Wayne in concert, I do not know why I allowed myself to be disappointed.
But then, as I settled down to watch me some Intervention, Marvin came in and put that DVD into the machine. I said, "I am not watching that ridiculous Fountains of Wayne, is what I'm not doing" and he said, "Just one song" and I said, "I will scowl at you through the entire song if you put that in" and he did and I did. I scowled at him through the entire song. He did not care. So this photo was taken while he watched a SECOND song. At least Winston is cute. Fountains of Wayne. Whatever.
Okay. Aye. Is "aye" even an Irish thing, or did I just start saying pirate things?