I’ve got 2 dogs at my feet and a cat on my left arm.
I typed that with one hand, as Taz was snoozing on my left arm, cutting off the flow of blood. Just as I finished, **FCD ** drove up, and all the critters awoke to greet their daddy! My left arm has not quite recovered - doggone kitteh is a big boy!
My sweetie brought ice cream home - Turkey Hill was on sale - yum! He went back to change and called out to ask me what had happened in our room. I went back to discover that both clothes baskets had been dragged out of the closets and emptied, leaving our dirty clothes spread all over the floor, along with most of my shoes and the 2 dog afghans. Bernie trashed our room. Goofy dog…
I’m not a napper, but I coulda used one for a while there. I’ll just hang in there till beddy-bye time.
I’m not feeling like napping, but I sure could use a chance to lie down and read or something, all nice and warm and cozy. Oh well. I also have to pay bills, so work I will.
You have no idea how much I want to meet this kitteh, FCM. And yes, Bengals are big kittehs.
Gotti, I take it that DH passed the exams. Yay! ::flings confetti:: (I probably missed that in the end of last week’s MMP. Or something. But still Yay!)
I didn’t take anything out of the freezer for dinner tonight. Hmm. That means I have to get creative. Hmm.
snowbunny, I don’t know what he weighs, but he’s definitely more cat than Brandy. When he’s on our bed and scratches, the bed shakes! And when he jumps down from the top of the wall cabinets, it makes a resounding thunk. Plus he’s such a lover, and an instigator. This morning while I was pulling myself together in the bathroom, he was sitting on the toilet (seat down, not using it) and Scruffy was sitting on the floor next to the toilet. Taz reached down and whapped the poor little dog in the head. TWICE! Cracked me up!
I’d join in the group nap, but today is 14-hour day and I still have…four hours left to go.
gotti, you’re a PBS pledge volunteer? That’s so cool. I miss the old pledge drives where they’d show Anne of Green Gables and The Canterville Ghost* every year. That was the only time I’d get to see those movies.
(*1986 version with Alyssa Milano and Sir John Gielgud. This is the only version that exists.)
Fun times up in the Archivin’ section of the library today. Several major roof leaks showed up over the weekend, so the entire department is covered with plastic sheeting. Then I was going through some old newspapers for the collection I’m processing and ran across a picture of my Adopted Mom’s parents at a charity ball in the mid-60s. I copied it so I can give it to her tomorrow.
Mama Tigs, I’ll see your adopted Echo and raise you a litter of rescued puppies. One of my friends works at that shelter and posted pictures of the puppies when they first arrived. That grey one in the second picture? Looks completely different now. And the third picture on that page is KILLING me!
How nice you have an entourage to assist you in your morning toilette!
I did not go nappy time like I said I was. Instead I got all grown up and responsible and went back to work. I think the thought of all that water being on to fill the pool prompted me. Dang cee-ment pond makin’ me get all responsible.
Oh well… I’m home and my sinuses still hurt. I’m thinkin’ a nice relaxatin’ soak in the whirlpool bath tub and a couple of Benadryls[sup]TM[/sup] are in my very near future.
swampy, more often than not, I get all 3 of them in the bathroom with me. Can’t wait till my daughter’s cat joins the crew. :rolleyes: Guess it’s a good thing I don’t have a shy bladder…
Oh man, I’m feeling like crap today–had weirdly vivid dreams all night (about injection molded casings, oddly enough) and woke up feeling like home grown horror. My back is killing me, I feel like someone was beating me with sticks all night and I suspect I’m running a fever. Either that or I’m having a ten hour long hot flash! I also have a tickly lung cough and a very owwie tooth so I’m eating pudding an 'nanners. Yum, I say. :rolleyes:
So in spite of the fact that all I wanna do is cuddle up on the couch with a banky (which I’m actually doing right now) I have to get cracking on financial breakdowns for a startup company a friend is getting funding for. I must say it’s a little intimidating writing up a prospectus to get someone to write us a check for two million bucks! I also discovered today that the guys who’re going to be handling distributorships are chowderheads and won’t be enforcing the test data submission we’re requiring so I also get to write up some protocols for a run of testing in order to get a reasonable database going to point our R&D efforts toward. Although it means more work for us I’m pretty relieved because I was NOT looking forward to dealing with compromised and incomplete test data from people I have no leverage over. Now I can set it up so that anybody who flakes off is outta the project tout de suite. This pleases my inner bossy bitch… I’m such a control freak!
Mama Tigs, I saw that Echo ad and got all choked up! I’m so happy he’s adopted and looks so cheerful–the pre-adoption ads were grueling for me to see because he reminds me so much of Widget and I just wanted to go get him and bring him home…
Mr T, I say no beard is best, minimal beard next best, and your dad is a stone fox! Hmmm, just my age, too!
Hope all the rest of the sickies feel better soon–I’m sending healing thoughts from under my sickie banky which has amazing powers to comfort…
Yes, he passed the second exam. We’re now in the waiting phase. I think I saw that the current Academy class is running through to the end of May. No idea if the instructors get a break or not or if they run multiple concurrent sessions, though. I’d guess he’ll either be called to start in June, or October. (It’s a 16-week session.)
Taz is beating Scruffy up? Atta kitty! g He just better not start picking on Bernie…
When I was at the grooming shop last week I couldn’t go pee by myself, thanks to Sammy the sweetly neurotic springer. And when I was living with the Tigs, it was also practically impossible to go alone. Rusty likes to keep you company. It doesn’t bother me having a dog in the room, fortunately!
It’s been snowing again today. 'Tis pretty. I just hope it’s been warm enough that my car won’t be covered. It’d only be an inch or so, but it’d be annoying nonetheless.
I’ve heard about the new Echo ad but I haven’t seen it. Yay for adopted pups!
Libby the crazy kitty likes to accompany me when I go to the bathroom. She calmly sits down at my feet and watches, then leaps up onto the sink to watch me wash my hands.
I have a headache - not sure if it is still the high blood pressure or not. I am trying to pick out something to make for dinner. Thoughts for chicken?
Actually, he has tried to stir things up with Bernie. She is not amused, but all she does is growl and bark. I figure she’s cussing him out. Goodness knows, she won’t expend more energy than that…
OK, this chattiness has got to stop. Page 5 already???
I’m envious: FCM and Puggy get to meet. I wanna go to Florida too!
Kinda thought you’d say that, taxi, but I figured I’d check. Maybe I’ll figure out how to do something with that topic sometime soon. So, you’re still up for Monday, rosie, OK? (Or do you want to take the holiday theme and do something with it…?)
Why, yes, Haze, we are here to find you the right guy. (You have moms everywhere; how scary is that? )
That’s a hard decision, Mr. T. I’m partial to beards, but the clean-shaven look works too. And, yes, Dad is :ahem: not a bad specimen, either.
May I join in the MMP girls mayhem, please? I have a list of people we could “visit.”
I’m always amused at how you message each other through the MMP, MamaT and snowbunny.
It’s amazing how often big meetings like that turn out to be about nothing, Shadow.
How’s that group nap going? Is it too late to join in? I’m tired… Long day at work and tomorrow promises to be the same. I’m hoping to get out early on Friday.
yes - part of being a cool kid is getting at least one nickname that may or may not be directly derived from your screen name.
Some folk, like swampbear, Noone Special. and VunderBob, have several. You’ll get teh hang of it as you go along.
My left arm has not quite recovered - doggone kitteh is a big boy!
I miss the old pledge drives where they’d show Anne of Green Gables and The Canterville Ghost* every year. That was the only time I’d get to see those movies.
