Rushin’, so no time to tell you about my Russian

I have to go to work early today, of all days. But (a) Roger loves him. LOVES. (2) Does everyone have fleas now? Cause that's gonna cost me. (14) Do you like the name Pavlov, Sputnik or Stanford Blatch? I can't decide. Oh, and he hates us. He spent the night hiding in the closet. … Continue reading Rushin’, so no time to tell you about my Russian

Pieces of Wisdom: Your Family Secrets Spilled

we gots no secrets. all we do is shed on cowch. that no secret. Yesterday I asked you to reveal your funny family stories and you all came out in droves. Which leads me to wonder if any of your family members would be annoyed at you had they known their humiliation was made public … Continue reading Pieces of Wisdom: Your Family Secrets Spilled

In which June further proves it is good she did not have kids

Yesterday was a stupid day. First, I got up and played with Roger for awhile, while the dogs were outside. I was throwing his mouse down the hall and suddenly remembered how Henry used to fetch his pink mice for me and got sad. I miss Henry. Then after that depressing realization, I got to … Continue reading In which June further proves it is good she did not have kids

Bridge lifter and a burrito kitty

Last night I got home from work to find this: oh! it five o'clock alreadys? rodgder just...trying catch snowflakes. or being supriize. yes. rodgder practice suprise face. He had rolled himself up in the blanket I had sloppily left on the couch. Hey, I live alone, who's gonna notice? Except everyone on the Internet. i … Continue reading Bridge lifter and a burrito kitty

June has to dash. But not to Dash, that the Kardashians own

I worked late last night and then I went out, rocking out with my O'Doul's out, and now I gots no time to blog. I will give you an obligatory blurry Roger picture. I think it's good I did not replace these curtains yet. Although how could you know you are looking at him standing … Continue reading June has to dash. But not to Dash, that the Kardashians own

Maybe my life is TOO MUCH about the pets. You think? (aka And that’s the song of my petttts)

I'm writing this Thursday night, because I have to get up early Friday to take Francis for an ultrasound. Maybe he'll lie on his back and we'll hold paws like couples do on Lifetime when the woman is pregnant. Do you think? The thing is, last time the vet was here she did not like … Continue reading Maybe my life is TOO MUCH about the pets. You think? (aka And that’s the song of my petttts)