In an extremely crucial piece of news, Kipper's Dick came back last night.
Maybe Henry wants to be only orange cat.
So that was exciting.
Also too, we went to a new year's party on, you know, new year's eve.
Anyway, there were two dogs there, one old one who slept a lot, and also a Pug. With whom I was obsessed. He constantly said, "Henh henh henh henh," which I realize means he can't really breathe due to overbreeding, but I hate to tell you it was cute anyway. It was like he was constantly making an obscene phone call.
He was very social butterfly-y, but when it struck midnight after that INCREDIBLY DEPRESSING Dick Clark counted us down, Pug doggie went right to bed.
Anyway, so here it is 2011 and Marvin and I have both made resolutions to lose 25 pounds apiece. And I do not want to hear that muscle weighs more than fat, or that I am trying to lose too much weight, or it's all about how you feel. Shut up. I want to be thin thin thin.
This morning Marvin got up and had two waffles. We are each doing our own diets; I am doing high glycemic index. "So, this is how you're gonna lose 25 pounds?" I asked him, as he poured maple syrup AND BROWN SUGAR on his waffles.
"Yep," said Marvin.
And you want to know what's annoying? He will probably lose it faster than me.
Oh, and finally, before I lose all this weight and disappear, remember when I said I was gonna take Edsel's picture next to the dining room chairs to show his growth process? And then I never did it because getting him to sit still next to that chair is annoying? Today I got him to sit still next to the chair.
Here he is today, looking possessed by demons, which he kind of is. Also, why must there always be CRAP on the dining room table? I see my pajamas, my coat, Marvin's coat, my new year's purse, a shoe. It's like that contest on Highlights Magazine where you find all the objects in the picture. God, we're slobs.
Do you know what slays me about Edsel, other than his underbite and 6-foot-tall ears? His Ronald McDonald eyebrows.
Anyway. I have to go PROOFREAD again, because what work? I know I should be all glad I have work but man Polly quit cryin', I have a ton of it to do. Keeps me off the streets. Doesn't keep me from gathering new animals, though.
Okay, henh henh henh. Till tomorrow.