Did I mention that Tuesday was a very good mail day for me?
Candles from the awesome Peg – Strawberry Cheesecake and Supreme Irish Creme. I burned the Strawberry Cheesecake for a little while last night, and it was AWESOME.
A T-shirt that the wonderful Adrith saw when she was in Washington, DC. For some reason, it made her think of me. Can’t imagine why.
And last, but certainly not least, a cool love letter from Mo‘s Frankie to Miz Poo. (A note to Mo: Miz Poo says that a reply will be forthcoming, but Frankie shouldn’t beat himself up. She completely understands.) (Note to readers: That card, by the way, is a Tickelope, if you’re interested.)
Ah, me. I do love the mail.
Pet store kitties pictures are
here.
The spud and I have begun the long, laborious process of packing her suitcases (two, of course. And they’re both huge.) in preparation for her trip to Californ-I-A. The difficult thing is that I really don’t know how much to pack. I ended up packing all of her jeans (except what’s in the wash right now), about ten of her favorite shirts, all of her underwear and bras (which you can never have too much of), three pairs of pajamas, and several pairs of shorts. And all three (!) of her bathing suits. And 4 pair of shoes. And pads in case she has her period, razors and shaving gel, earrings, her flute, pictures, her yearbook. The main part of the packing is done, I guess, except for what’s in the wash.
I figure if we forget anything, she’s going to be in California for 3 weeks, and I can just send it out there. I also figure that she’s 14 years old. What aside from her glasses and clothes does she need that they don’t have out there?
Speaking of the spud, she’s been getting a bit of the teenage princess attitude the last few days. Fred finally had to speak to her last night after she did the bitchy (implied) “GodDAMN you people are stupid. Why do I bother to speak to you?” sigh, rolling of the eyes, and flouncing up the stairs.
Today, she’s back to her usual sweet self.
Honest to god, I have no idea why this picture makes me laugh so hard. Maybe it’s the “I’m suddenly very annoyed, and I don’t know why.” look on Miz Poo’s face. Maybe it’s the way it looks like we grafted a miniature Fancypants head to the middle of Miz Poo’s back. Whatever it is, I can’t look at the picture without giggling like a dork.
The Fanciest thang for miles around.]]>
Oh, the stench! And WHY do we always take a big whiff of things that are likely not to smell so good?
You might try putting a raw, peeled onion in there for a while – I’ve read that works for absorbing the paint smell in a freshly painted room. Who knows? Maybe it will work on a vomit/urine/feces smell? Good luck!
It looks like Fancypants is being one of those evil devils that sits on the shoulder of good people (or cats) influencing them to do bad things. You better watch Poo the next few days before she takes over the duties of the mad shitter.
Oh man! I know exactly what you mean about the bird seed. Something similar happened to us. We had horse and mule feed in a barrel that wasn’t water proof. It rained in it and then soured/molded. The stench was unbelievable. It smelled like something had died, I kid you not. So I did what any other person would do. I rolled this big barrel quite a ways (we live out in the country) up to our fence that is right in front of the neighbor’s house that I dislike. At which point I dumped all the stinky feed out, smiled an evil smile, and rolled the barrel all the way back to the house. The feed was emptied and our Jerry-Springer-guest-wannabes-excuses-for-neighbors didn’t come outside for days. Two birds, one stone.
Had something like that happen with our small tote cooler thingy when we moved down here. We had loaded it up with some food that we used for eating lunches on the drive down…when we got here we stuck it outside and with all that was going on..promptly forgot all about it. We went to open it a couple months (yes MONTHS!!) later and ewwwwwwwwwwwww. Maggots…mold..and what a pleasant odor too! I tried everything but nothing helped and we tossed it. Have you tried dumping some cat litter into the can and letting it sit out in the yard?? If that doesn’t work…you may have to break down and get a new one…although, maybe you should line it with a big garbage bag that can be thrown away just in case you have another brain fart and forget to empty it!
The pic of Poo made me laugh too…I think it is the teeny tiny Fancypants head. It’s a cool shot!!
Damn you for showing me those candles, Robyn. I can’t resist. I’m going to have to get me one. Damn, damn!!
And as far as you laughing @ the Mz. Poo picture – good lawd, honey, with that shave, how could you not laugh at her. She’s got that fugly/cute thing going for her – especially since here head hair’s still there.
Tableau: Fancypants a la “kilroy was here”. It IS a great picture.
Love the picture! It is like poo got a nasty mood and started looking about for someone to smack and Fancypants sixth sense warned him to be on alert.
Don’t worry ’bout the Spud Robyn – she at “that age” (sheesh, they are starting to say that about me, but for totally different reasons!).
If she has started her period – you’re gonna get a lot of that. Wait til she developes a pimple the size of Mt. Everest – boy – the historionics have to be seen to be believed. But the attitude that comes with being a teenager is so God-damned rude – you wanna strangle the little bastards doncha!
My grandaughter (aged almost 13, and drop-dead gorgeous by the way) thinks she is ugly, suffers fools not very gladly, is too talented for her own good, and sasses her parents daily. My daughter is at her wits end.
“Hey” – I say to my kid – “See? Fun ain’t it? Welcome to the world of teenagers kiddo!”
Yes, it’s a good thing you packed the feminine hygiene products for her, because you know we don’t have tampons and pads out here on the Left Coast. We have to mail order them special. Although, I have to admit, it took me years to get OK with buying them myself- and if the Spud’s dad is typical, he’d rather die than buy them for her. You’re a good mommy.
And Robyn, you’re a better woman than I. That garbage can would so be thrown out. I don’t care if it was a super deluxe $50 can, it’s not worth getting the retchies to clean it out.
I covet Yellowman. He looks like the recently wandered away and much missed by the neighborhood Maxie who lived across the street from me. Hmmm, and I hope potential adopters don’t see your comments on Bebe- damn, you could knit a whole new cat out of that!
You weren’t the only one. I giggled like a fool, too.
Dez, what can I say? She was terribly concerned about it, so I bought her some pads so she’d hush up. She’s a spaz, just like her mother. 🙂
That picture is such a hoot! At first glance I thought you’d photoshopped it to make Fancypants look so tiny.
My suggestion for the garbage can: A few pounds of baking soda will cure a multitude of evil smells.
That pic is hilarious! Its like when you try to take a picture of someone, and a “certain” someone just can’t stay out! They have to get in on the pic to!
So, I love cats but cannot have any due to family members having severe allergies. I have to admit though, that looking at pics of other people’s pets don’t usually intrigue me too much and I skip by them- BUT that one with your cats with the little one in the background is hilarious! It totally reminds me of my two boys – and the expressions on both- hell, that pic makes me want to go buy a jumbo Clariton and tell the boys to deal! LOL…
EEEWWWWW mold smell! LOL LOL
You can buy some plain white vinegar and pour it into the trash can. Wash down the sides then let it sit there for a good long while. Vinegar is a natural antibacterial and antifungal so it will kill all those germs. It also helps to neuteralize awful odors :^) Bleach when used on plastic tends to make the plastic start to break down releasing toxins ;^) I use vinegar all the time in cleaning because it isn’t toxic to our furry friends :^)
Growing birdfeeders. Ugh. Here’s a tip, if you’ve got the time.
Take your bird seed and spread it out on a cookie sheet and put it in the oven for 20 minutes at 250. That will take the moisture out and prevent it from sprouting when it hits the ground, and will help keep it from molding in the feeders. The birds don’t mind at all. But ’tis a pain in the arse to do this, but it works.
That picture of Miz Poo with Fancypants grafted on to her back is one of the funniest pictures I have ever seen! I laughed so hard I cried.