Tuesday was like any normal day…except that I ended up with staples in my head. At lunch, I went to visit my doggie BFF. Our routine is a quick walk (In spite of being a greyhound, he’d have it no other way.), followed by some couch time, and then back in his crate with an
We’re wrapping up a fabulous burger supper and talking about what to do on Friday/Saturday nights of our football-filled weekend. Lori (after stumbling onto some “today in Austin site”, scoffing at their generic look): “Argh! They use effin’ stock photography.” Emil: “Livestock? Cows?” Sadtrombone.com
We see a Blue Healer cow dog “walking himself” by carrying his own leash in his mouth. He’s ready to romp and play and is trying very hard to get his owner on board with this idea. Lori: “That Healer needs some cows….or goats or sheep or something. What other animals get herded?” Emil: Whales.
When we first starting looking at cars to replace BB and Little Blue Car, we went to the same family of dealerships where we bought BB. It’s a Honda/Toyota/Scion/etc. group. We were looking at and drove the Honda Fit. While we had a fabulous experience buying BB, in the wake of the quakes/tsunamis in Japan,
We’ve been too busy to keep up with blogging. I’m still only half way through my post-SXSW post, which was going to be quite funny…but it’s not so much, now. However, I can’t pass up the chance to blog these images from Emil’s going away lunch from his now-former job. As a staff, they didn’t
Emil and the cats found a new game today. They named it Kitty Pong. They were animated and vocal about something (probably all the chaos in the house, today). Emil decided that after one meowed, he’d walk to the other one until she meowed. He did this back and forth with them a few times
SCENE: meowing cats while we are cooking dinner EMIL: What is it? PURRRRRL: meow EMIL: Are you hungry? PURRRRRL: meow EMIL: Do you smell chicken? PURRRRRL: meow EMIL: Do you want chicken? PURRRRRL: meow EMIL: Do you want to share chicken with Sosta? (crickets chirping through the silence) LORI: laughing vigorously because animals understand much
–SCENE: We just finished watching Fletch.– LORI: (laughing at the last line). That was a great movie. EMIL: I can’t believe you’ve never seen it. LORI: What year was it made? EMIL: (checking TiVo). 1985. LORI: Baby, my parents didn’t let me watch PG movies in 1985. [implied rant: I was 15 before they let