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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Nov 27, 2010 11:14:24 GMT -5
For the second morning in a row, there's frost in the backyard and ice in the buckets and birdbath. Brrrrrr. If all goes according to plan , Paul and I are going to the Sawdust Winter Fantasy this morning, and then to his favorite Thai restaurant in Irvine. On Monday he leaves for Maryland. I am not looking forward to five days of being the only parent in the house; I told him to tell his boss that bossie owes me several nice dinners out. The girls will manage, although I'll have to pick Emily up after her two late classes (and I need to drive her down one morning so I can see where to pick her up), but the cats Do Not Approve when one of their humans is gone, and Shadow really acts up. Not to mention what happens when it's time for Brush, and there's only one person to brush both cats... I may recruit Kitty to help, but I'm the only one who can brush Patches the Big Ball of Fluff when Paul's not home (because it's a lot of work, not because she misbehaves), and Shadow doesn't want anybody but Mommy brushing her, so the sibling rivalry can get ugly.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Nov 27, 2010 13:10:34 GMT -5
For the second morning in a row, there's frost in the backyard and ice in the buckets and birdbath. Brrrrrr. If all goes according to plan , Paul and I are going to the Sawdust Winter Fantasy this morning, and then to his favorite Thai restaurant in Irvine. On Monday he leaves for Maryland. I am not looking forward to five days of being the only parent in the house; I told him to tell his boss that bossie owes me several nice dinners out. The girls will manage, although I'll have to pick Emily up after her two late classes (and I need to drive her down one morning so I can see where to pick her up), but the cats Do Not Approve when one of their humans is gone, and Shadow really acts up. Not to mention what happens when it's time for Brush, and there's only one person to brush both cats... I may recruit Kitty to help, but I'm the only one who can brush Patches the Big Ball of Fluff when Paul's not home (because it's a lot of work, not because she misbehaves), and Shadow doesn't want anybody but Mommy brushing her, so the sibling rivalry can get ugly. Now you know how I felt when it was 09F here and 51 in Valdez, Alaska. The way pets react to their humans' coming and going is a minor counterpoint to the cacaphonic symphony of my household. They were REALLY nuts when Anna was here alone during Frankin's surgery week; even now they are mellower for a day or so after Sam's here. Julia, also, they started out liking Bailey but now associate him with Anna leaving; on the other hand, they love Annie but she's a dog-and-cat person.
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Post by Michelle on Nov 27, 2010 13:27:07 GMT -5
The RSG is so lyrical: I was pathetic and snivelling in the haze of a large fool, but heaven knows I'm happy now...And apparently as Smiths fan: "I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour/but heaven knows I'm miserable now..." Ah! Thanks, Queen E. I knew it had a familiar ring to it, but I couldn't place the song. Danke.
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Post by Michelle on Nov 27, 2010 13:28:17 GMT -5
The daughter is distraught. Her little chihuahua, Crash, was killed by car late yesterday. Apparently she let him out in the back (fully fenced) yard. He was so tiny he got under the fence. A neighbor tried to catch him but he ran out into the street. Her street is especially quiet. That late at night should have been deserted. Crash managed to find the only car out there. Poor little guy. She's burying him in the yard and covering the spot with a flowering perrennial. The kids are all at their dad's. I offered to come over when she has to tell them. She said to stand by. I'm standing. Oh, I am so sorry for your daughter's loss. What an unfortunate thing to happen, and such an unfortunate name for the dog, in light of his demise.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Nov 27, 2010 14:26:40 GMT -5
Signs You and Your Friends Have Too Much Time to Think About Things:Photo and Caption on Facebook that prompted the exchange below with friend Mike: Caption by Mike: Greedo was more complicated than anyone ever suspected. 27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcifa7dMtM1qcbo9lo1_500.jpg [/img] Diane: Nobody ever said Greedo was a MALE. All we knew was he/she/it worked for Jabba the Hutt, was a killer for hire and was apparently a little slow on the draw.
Mike: Well gender identification issues aside, I am concerned about Greedo's approach to selecting footwear for his job and environment. Greedo is a bounty hunter that is on a desert planet. As anyone knows walking in pumps in the sand can lead to a nasty twisted ankle. Greedo casts caution to the wind in favor of fashion. A lack of prudence on his part disturbs me.
Diane: I'm sure Greedo would have appreciated your concern, but since he/she/it was hunting in town where the streets were paved, and since the shoes in querstion have stocky rather than spike heels, and Greedo was, after all, indoors at the cantina and rather than stalking in the dunes; and since Greedo was sitting at the time of his/her/it's demise, the sartorial faux pas could probably be dismissed as moot.
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Post by Sara on Nov 27, 2010 22:37:36 GMT -5
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Post by Queen E on Nov 28, 2010 0:46:42 GMT -5
I shall start a new part...
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Post by Queen E on Nov 28, 2010 1:00:25 GMT -5
And...it's done. This part has gone the way of all flesh...but a new part has been born! Here.
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