It is 11:07 a.m. and I am printing out a job to proofread and drinking coffee out of my Bye Bye, Pie mug. It has been awhile since I hawked my merchandise. Be cool! Buy Bye Bye, Pie! merchandise!
Wow. Do you think I should give up this proofreading career and go into marketing? Because I think I can hear the crowds stampeding to buy my tshirts and mugs. With that persuasive copy, up there.
But that reminds me. I do have a photo of Faithful Reader Fawn Amber looking stunning in her Bye Bye, Pie tshirt:
Every time someone buys a design I haven't bought, I think, Now I want to buy that style. I like the V-neck look, and I totally want to be wearing Norma and Vern on my chest like that.
For those of you just tuning in, that couple featured on my masthead are Norma and Vern. I do not know them. And yet I own 8,000 photographs of them. I know. What can I tell you?
Anyway, there is nothing dramatic happening at my house. Oh, except we have turtles. And daffodils.
We came to look at this house right at this time of year. Tallulah was just a puppy so we had to take her with us house-hunting. I'm certain people were delighted to have a rambunctious puppy in their homes. Screw 'em. At any rate, I remember pulling up to this house and the yard was full of daffodils. This past week they have been out in full force, whatever that means. I think we have more this year than the past two years. I have no idea why. They seem to have minds of their own.
I know I mentioned to you that Marvin got turtles for his classroom, who he named Flo and Eddie but who I keep calling Cuff and Link (the turtles, not his classroom). He had a field trip on Friday and then spring (lowercase) break next week, so he just decided to bring them home for awhile, and I am certain it's been relaxing for them, with Winston's giant cat head watching their every move like this. Winston did this for, oh, nine hours when they first got here.
So we moved them into the bedroom.
Which only served to alert Henry, so then TWO huge scary cat heads were watching their every move. "Gee, thanks. Sure am glad we moved to this house. This is so much more relaxing than when 30 kids threw erasers into our tank."
Finally Marvin got them a whole different aquarium and moved them into the 1940s standup radio we have in the back room. I went back there to photograph it for you, but you can't really see in. But you know what you can see?
Francis' big scary cat head sitting right next to the aquarium. It's the first time he's gotten up in two years. It's like in Willy Wonka when that grandpa finally gets out of bed to go to the chocolate factory.
I like how Fran matches the keyboard. And won't Marvin be happy when he sees Frannie smashing the keys. I wonder what he's playing. Maybe He Ain't Heavy, He's My Francis.
In other non-turtle-related news, it's been nice out, so I have been leaving the back door open, because I'm your back door man, and I am delighted to report that Tallulah has been hanging on the deck like a normal dog.
Honestly, it's the first time she has ever moved three inches from me since we got her. Since day one she has sat right next to me, and if I go five minutes not noticing her, she says, "Mmmm!" I realize she can't say much else, although she is also capable of saying, "Rrrrr!" when someone has the nerve to walk by with a stroller (it's the pit bull in her, I guess), and I just can't begin to tell you how nice it is to get a half-hour to myself. Without the "Mmmm!" In fact, am tempted to go nudge her with my nose and say, "Mmmm!" myself, just to see how she likes it.
I think I am going to get a pedicure today. I have not had one since I quit my job, as I have felt guilty about spending the money. However, I worked every day of February and March, except for the days I was in Seattle (and I worked on the plane), so forget it. I'm spending that $18 and you can't make me feel guilty. I think I am going for a sky blue or some other similarly trashy color. My toes, my choice.
Oooo! Maybe daffodil yellow!