At least if this house goes down, they’ll have plenty of black boxes to figure out why

Somebody asked to see a photo of Henry in the comments yesterday, not that someone wanted me to literally wedge a photo of Henry inside the comments.

Samesize

Really, all you have to do is look at any picture of him from October to the present, because he still REFUSES TO GROW. He must have some rare tropical parasite or something.

Or maybe he's just going to be a small cat. But why did he grow at such an alarming rate for the first seven months and then just get tired of growing?

Also, for those of you who pay attention to this sort of thing, you may have noticed that the room behind our little opening, there, suddenly looks like the Starship Enterprise Rent-a-Car. This is because Marvin has to make everything ugly.

I wish Marvin weren't into black boxes and cords. I wish he were into flowers and sparkly things and vases and pianos and I guess I am saying I wish Marvin were Liberace. But as it is, he is forever moving his dusty, heavy black boxes and cords to new parts of the house, and it makes me eternally more depressed. I wish we had a bigger house, one where he had a large area to hide all these depressing, large, dusty black things.

Harps. What if he were into harps? Wouldn't that be pretty? Oh, here is my husband's harp collection. Here is my husband's money collection. Isn't it nice? My husband collects cosmetics. Would you like to see?

So we had a wonderful time at our dinner last night. The place we went was way the damn hell out in the country and oh! with the stars. My husband collects stars. Look up! It was pretty. Also too they had a cat and a dog, and you know how I judge the success of the evening based on whether there were pets and I got to pet said pets. Success!

And the food was good. My best friend always waxes on to me about the food the next day, but I am kind of indifferent to food. However, the food really was notable. Delicious salad with some kind of toasted nut, and a dark chocolate brownie, and of course my lasagna.

Oh! And did you know if your garlic is bendy, you can put it in ice water and it'll be fine? I learned that on Facebook last night. Turns out it's just dehydrated. Your garlic, not Facebook.

At any rate, I must (guess what? wait for it!) proofread for a while, then I have running club, so the day yawns before me at its usual pace. The people we met last night talked about how they're friends with all their neighbors, and get together with them all the time. I hardly know any of my neighbors. I am friends with Peg next door, and vaguely know the other next-door neighbor, and there's the gay guy who walks his two dogs in sweaters who I say hi to.

Okay, have I ever asked the guy, "Say, what is your sexual orientation?" No. Have I ever seen him make out with a man while he's on his walks? I have not. But, come on. His dogs wear sweaters. I am hazarding a guess, here.

Anyway. My house of black boxes and I are off. Comment of the week goes to Carol T. Click on This Week's Special to see. And don't forget, we are getting together here to watch the Academy Awards! And this month's book club is book Water for Elephants! And apparently I like exclamation points!

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  1. Great post, I am now a “follower,” as your site was mentioned at our first ever blog luncheon in Morristown, TN.
    My dog is freaked out by sweaters, they make her throw up! LOL

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  2. At a dog park we were once approached by a man carrying a weiner dog in an argyle sweater, to get us to join his miniature daschund club. When I complimented the sweater, he exclaimed how it was purchased on clearance. And then in the conversation he mentioned his ex-wife. We decided later that she was an ex for a reason.
    And our weiner dog actually likes her sweaters since half her hair has fallen off and she is cold all the time.

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  3. Exactly how far away is gaydar accurate? Is it more accurate up close, say in line at Target? Or is it just as accurate when sweater dog man comes down the street and you’re inside your house?

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  4. Exactly how far away is gaydar accurate? Is it more accurate up close, say in line at Target? Or is it just as accurate when sweater dog man comes down the street and you’re inside your house?

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  5. Exactly how far away is gaydar accurate? Is it more accurate up close, say in line at Target? Or is it just as accurate when sweater dog man comes down the street and you’re inside your house?

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  6. You know how the black box always survives the plane crash? Why can’t they make the whole plane out of the same stuff as the black box? I ASK YOU?

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  7. You know how the black box always survives the plane crash? Why can’t they make the whole plane out of the same stuff as the black box? I ASK YOU?

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  8. You know how the black box always survives the plane crash? Why can’t they make the whole plane out of the same stuff as the black box? I ASK YOU?

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  9. Terra, the FAA turns those black boxes over to the NTSB to complete their investigation.
    Thanks for the photo of Henry. I called Hubby over to see it and his comment was, “Awww”.
    I think it’s a man thing to be pack rats. I get this all the time, “don’t throw that away, I MIGHT be able to use it.” It drives.me.crazy as a bed bug! Or, “don’t throw that shirt away, I can cut grass in it.” How many shirts does it take to CUT GRASS?!
    Something to think about, why would you put a sweater over a fur coat? That’s what is happening when you put a sweater on a dog.
    I bet no one even noticed your roots at the party, they were too busy eating all that delicious food, or they were much shorter than you.

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  10. Okay, next time I see this guy, I am just gonna ask him. I am just gonna get all salmon-lady-at-the-grocery-store on him. Hi. I have a blog, see, and I told everyone on said blog that I assume you are gay because your dogs wear sweaters and everyone is insinuating that I am somehow stereotyping you. So do you like you the ladies or what?

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  11. I always wondered what the FAA did with those black boxes after they finished investigating the plane crash. I know now where they all reside; I am sure you are thrilled with that.
    Joann, I feel your pain, what with no TV and the Olympics about to end.

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  12. Terra walks my dogs in their tiny sweaters and he is very comfortable with his sexuality. The one of the heterosexual persuasion. Terra is hetero, I mean. I think the dogs are too. Not that I’ve asked. I do have excellent dogdar, though.
    Wait. What? Where am I going with this anyway?

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  13. Terra walks my dogs in their tiny sweaters and he is very comfortable with his sexuality. The one of the heterosexual persuasion. Terra is hetero, I mean. I think the dogs are too. Not that I’ve asked. I do have excellent dogdar, though.
    Wait. What? Where am I going with this anyway?

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  14. Terra walks my dogs in their tiny sweaters and he is very comfortable with his sexuality. The one of the heterosexual persuasion. Terra is hetero, I mean. I think the dogs are too. Not that I’ve asked. I do have excellent dogdar, though.
    Wait. What? Where am I going with this anyway?

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  15. My husband has an extensive 8 track collection along with numerous 8 track players and record players. You don’t know good time till you’ve rocked out listening to Johny Mathis on 8 track.

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  16. A lot of cats aren’t done with their growing until they hit 2 years old. At some point in the next year, Henry will likely have a last growth spurt, and you’ll look back at pictures of him from now and say “He was such a BABY still!”

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  17. the hen is just to dang cute. thanks for filling the request of said photo. and i TOTALLY noticed the rockin’ table that all those black boxes are on. love love love the table.
    as for men who collect crap…my husband USED to work on F15s 10+ years ago but i’m telling you i can go out to the garage and find you a piece of wire that he would, might, may have used on one of those planes.
    i’ve been known to throw things away when he ain’t lookin…that’s all i’m sayin…

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  18. Could it be, Shelley, that we married the same man? That he is a bigamist? Except for the Eagles thing. Marvin would never have an Eagles documentary in the house. But maybe that is just to THROW US OFF!

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  19. Oh, and let’s not forget the documentaries and concerts that we have on DVD that he watches over and over and blessed over again. Pink Floyd, Led Zepplin, The Who, Paul McCartney, Beatles, The Eagles, and just kill me now. Those are all great groups, but I cannot watch their freaking concerts over and over. I think I just thought of a use for all those extra cords. I’m going to $%&^%$#$ strangle him.

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  20. Dear sweet baby Jesus with the cords. I have a drawerful of cords that I keep trying to throw out because they don’t belong to anything that we own. They mostly belong to stuff we used to own. I’ll take one out and ask the husband, “What’s this one for?” And he’ll say something like, “Oh, that was for the HP 250 LSDW daisy wheel printer that we had 8 years ago.” And I’ll go to throw it out, and he’ll freak out, because we might be able to use it for something. Someday.
    I swear June, we are married to the same man, what with the guitars and the MUSIC and the iPods (excuse me, mine has a ZUNE, and apparently there is a HUGE difference, in that they both play MP3 music on a little box thing with headphones), and the ever-loving cords everywhere. Oh my gosh, I have to tell you about this thing we have. It’s a stacked up stereo system inside a box with shelves and a glass door. It’s about 4 feet tall, it has a TURNTABLE on top, a mixer, a CD player, a dual cassette player and god knows what else. It’s in my family room. He got it off Craigslist because it was FREE. And it has NEVER worked. It has been sitting there since June, collecting dust, and it does. not. work. You know why? He says he doesn’t have the right cord to “hook everything all together.” How’s that for irony?

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  21. I agree with Duffylou…Henry is holding out on the growing for all the oooh’s and aahh’s he gets over his kittenness. I know I oohed this morning when I saw the pic. How old is he now?

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  22. Duffylou, for awhile we had an overzealous dog walker, and she made me get a turtleneck for Tallulah. Talu put up with it, but you could tell she hated every fiber of my being when she had it on.

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  23. Look at it this way, the black electron-icky stuff is sitting on that fantabulous fifties kitchen table. The gloriousness of the aluminum and enamel of that creature will over come any ugly that comes it’s way.
    Phew! Now then. One of my kitties only grew to be 8 pounds at her heaviest. Some are just more petite that others, like humans. Maybe Henry just wanted to stay cute and kitty like so everyone would ooo and ahhh over him.
    I tried putting a sweater on my big dog. No dice. In my defense it was very butch looking and had a turtle neck collar. He started pulling at it almost immediately.

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  24. Look at it this way, the black electron-icky stuff is sitting on that fantabulous fifties kitchen table. The gloriousness of the aluminum and enamel of that creature will over come any ugly that comes it’s way.
    Phew! Now then. One of my kitties only grew to be 8 pounds at her heaviest. Some are just more petite that others, like humans. Maybe Henry just wanted to stay cute and kitty like so everyone would ooo and ahhh over him.
    I tried putting a sweater on my big dog. No dice. In my defense it was very butch looking and had a turtle neck collar. He started pulling at it almost immediately.

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  25. Look at it this way, the black electron-icky stuff is sitting on that fantabulous fifties kitchen table. The gloriousness of the aluminum and enamel of that creature will over come any ugly that comes it’s way.
    Phew! Now then. One of my kitties only grew to be 8 pounds at her heaviest. Some are just more petite that others, like humans. Maybe Henry just wanted to stay cute and kitty like so everyone would ooo and ahhh over him.
    I tried putting a sweater on my big dog. No dice. In my defense it was very butch looking and had a turtle neck collar. He started pulling at it almost immediately.

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  26. Large dogs should not be in sweaters because they are dawgs and dawgs abhor clothing. This is my truth . . . for this morning, anyway.
    I never notice anything in anyone’s photos unless it’s a big beautiful painting filled with animals in eye patches. I am the most unobservant person on the planet. Fresh out of college, I was a bank teller and I always use to worry I’d get robbed, not for the actual robbing, but because I knew I wouldn’t be able to describe the person. I don’t notice anything, I’m telling you.
    I hate the cords and electronic nonsense, too. Our obnoxiously large TV has fizzled and my husband who can fix anything has it pulled away from the wall. It’s been this way for a week now, because the man who can fix anything, can’t fix this and the tv is still sitting there out of place and I tell you, it is driving me bananas.

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  27. I hate the black boxes and all the cords too….I think they secretly reproduce during the night. And why can’t the guys try to hide them? They always want all their black, boxy stuff front and center. I wonder why the electronics people can’t make that stuff in pretty colors – like pink? Or even white! Why black? Yuck.

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