I have the feeling Tallulah must be humping Winston again, seeing as Marvin is in there yelling, "TALU! Put it back in your pants!"
Speaking of our pets, and those of us in the pet world (okay, whoever guesses what that phrase is from gets a fabulous gift from June. And you know how fabulous my fabulous gifts are), I saw something cute this morning that I cannot share with you.
I walked into the dining room and Tallulah was sitting like a sphinx. Really, wouldn't it be like THE Sphinx? I mean, there's only one, right? Anyway, she was sittin' all Sphinxlike. And clear down the hallway, Henry was sitting exactly the same way, and they were having a staredown.
Naturally I stampeded for my camera, because I can never just have a moment anymore without having to record it for posterity, or prosperity, and here is Tallulah in her pose:
Now imagine Henry 50 feet away, doing the same thing. And you're gonna HAVE to imagine it, because as soon as I pointed my camera Henry's way, Lula tore after her and I recorded this for perpetuity:
It's really kind of a good action shot, though. Henry in mid-turn, Lu's ears flying back, head low, seeking her prey. Very Wild Kingdom. Wild King Dons. Does anyone remember when Ding Dongs were King Dons for awhile? Why?
It occurs to me that Ruby has been dead five months now, and maybe we could put the rug back down in the hallway, seeing as her ghost probably can't pee on it. It looked nice down there. It was Oriental. Isn't it racist to say Oriental now? Are we supposed to call them Asian rugs? Advice, please.
Also, is everybody ready for Barry Gibb's birthday today, September 1? He is 63. It is also his wedding anniversary, and he has been married 39 years. Of course, I don't need to tell you that. It's all common knowledge.
And I forgot to tell the legions of you inexplicably on Team Francis that this weekend was his birthday and I am sorry to tell you his vet sent him the cutest e-card ever. You KNOW his vet hates him. So it was a particularly nice gesture.
Oh, and thanks for everyone's iPod suggestions. I showed them to Marvin and he said, "How are you gonna get those songs?" Okay, SAME WAY YOU GOT YOUR 10,000 SONGS, BUB! Don't get all cheap on me now, Casey Kasem!
Put it back in your pants, Marvin.