My Thanksgiving, by June Gardens Gardensalad GonnaEatThat Cutoff Cash. Oh, just say June.

I hope y'all are satisfated. Which is a combo of satisfied and sated. I know I am. In fact, I could drift right off. I promise we are not about to have a dream sequence. I did a lot of cleaning before the family got here. Henry supervised. He was a tough critic. As someone … Continue reading My Thanksgiving, by June Gardens Gardensalad GonnaEatThat Cutoff Cash. Oh, just say June.

Swamped

Got relatives coming tomorrow, and old friend arriving today, and 600,000 pages to proof. So here, go read these: My oldest friend started a blog about her flowers: Click here. And Blue Poppy's back! She's been gone for a year. Oh, I heart her. Click here. Talk at ya.

Romeo and Juliet. Except for the part where they like each other.

Marvin and I are meeting a friend at 10:00, so I asked him to set the alarm at 8:00 so I could get my bouffant in working order and such. When the alarm came on, Marvin made every song into something about the dog, who he was holding, and who kept looking at me with … Continue reading Romeo and Juliet. Except for the part where they like each other.

Cute. And also humpy.

Am I a bad cat parent because I photographed our male cat getting humped by our female dog, rather than rescuing said male cat? Look at the resigned expression Winston has. Another day, another violation. And let's talk about how much I like Tallulah's new collar, courtesy of Faithful Reader Tanya. It really complements this … Continue reading Cute. And also humpy.

Today is a birthday. They’re smoking cigars.

Whenever Marvin gets ahold of my iPod, which sounds like it might be dirty but isn't, he puts the following song on: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tf79oyWWtkQ In case you are at work and can't jam out to my tune, there, some of the lyrics are: I am drowning There is no sign of land You are coming down … Continue reading Today is a birthday. They’re smoking cigars.

You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog. With gas.

I would have slept in later, but Tallulah had gas. You know how they sell those alarm clocks that just flash brighter and brighter light at you? They could totally make a Tallulah-ate-part-of-my-barbecue-last-night alarm.So I never did get any work yesterday, which naturally makes me think I will NEVER get any work and we will … Continue reading You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog. With gas.

Whose stupid idea was it to quit my job, anyway?

  You guys don't ask for obligatory Henry pictures anymore, now that he's a catten. When he was a teensy thing you clamored for shots of him all the time. And look down there--there's Frannie's head. Aw. Poor Fran. Also too, that horrid mess on the table back there? It was all our bathroom stuff … Continue reading Whose stupid idea was it to quit my job, anyway?