know.
I’ve never been the patient sort.
The spud is now in Rhode Island. She flew from Orange County, California to Rhode Island on Sunday, and according to her itinerary was to land in Rhode Island at 7:30 Eastern time. I waited and waited and waited for her to call, and when it had been 2 hours since her flight landed she still hadn’t called, I sucked it up and called her father’s apartment.
They’d decided to go out to eat on the way home, and had just walked through the door when I called. All was fine, nothing went wrong, and now she’s spending a week with her father and his fiancee before going up to Maine.
I can officially stop worrying about the spud having to fly on her own, since she won’t again, at least this summer.
She called this morning to talk to me. She’s getting a little better about talking on the phone, but there are still too many long, long silences. I got an earful about her father and his fiancee, how they’re looking for a new apartment, but can’t seem to find one they like, how they only have marshmallows in the house (mmm.. marshmallows), because instead of keeping a store of food they go out each night and buy whatever they need to to make dinner, how Lisa (the fiancee) was at work, and was going to call in sick tomorrow so they could go to the zoo.
You know – more than I ever really wanted to know about the ex and his fiancee, really. At least the spud is good at forthcoming with the details. If she knows the answer, she’ll tell me, which is a good thing, considering my nosiness.
In my comments yesterday, reader Elana pointed out that Tubby looks an awful lot like Cartman, from South Park.
I definitely see the resemblance.
A definite good mail day today. I checked the PO box to find a t-shirt from the wonderful
Rachael.
Is that perfect for me, or what? In fact, as I told Rachael when I emailed to thank her, I think that my new journal tagline should be
Bitchypoo – just one big fuckin’ ray of sunshine.
After some coaxing…
Miz Poo…
…shows that damn Hand O’ Evil just exactly who’s the boss ’round these parts.
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Robyn while searching for recipes I found this cake recipe and for some crazy reason thought of you:
http://www.members.accessus.net/~cajun/liter-cake.htm
I don’t think too many people I know could appreciate the beauty in that 🙂
Hahahah! I’ve actually seen a recipe similar to that before – we were going to make it for Christmas one year at Fred’s dad’s house, but we were afraid no one would eat it. 🙂
I must heartily protest that recipe. That is so.completely.gross. You’re right, Robyn, people wouldn’t eat it. What I did chuckle at was the author’s repeated use of the word “NEW”– litter box, pooper scooper, etc. Are there really people who would just run their poop scoop through the dishwasher and serve away?
Also, I only wish my cats’ poop was the size of small Tootsie Rolls.
Heh – I wish my cats’ poop SMELLED like Tootsie Rolls!
I made that cake for a co-worker for her birthday. It was actually quite good! Heh!
Is there a picture of that cake somewhere?? Cracked me up, actually. I’d probably try it. I thought the idea of melting one tootsie roll and hanging over the side of the litterbox too funny — talk about artful expression with food! 😛 🙂
I’ve made it too — turned out very yummy!
This also made me think of you Robyn. I guess because it’s a kitty video. If you go there, you click the first link, called “cat and a ceiling fan”. It’s kind of mean (not deliberately, I don’t think) and I realize some people might get their panties in a bunch over it, but I couldn’t stop laughing, personally. http://www.siliconhell.com/video/index.htm
I whole-heartedly agree with the Tubby/Cartman resemblance. When Elana mentioned it yesterday, I realized that Tubby’s “Meh” even sounds like Cartman’s voice in my mind. Hee!
Dammit, I wish that cat would come back!
Hey Heidi, here is your pic of the kitty litter cake. http://www.kidskuisine.com/asp/recipe.asp?recipe=104
I LOVE the cat/Cartman comparison! You’ve certainly got a sharp-eyed reader out there.
And I love the T-shirt, too.
Each day I hold my breath while your page opens (thank you cable modem for making that short!) while I wait for news on Fancypants. That litter cake looks rotten…yet hysterical!
Tubby is Kitty Cartman, that was really funny.
Thanks Robyn, your site ALWAYS makes me smile!
I like how your Tubby seems to just be so sassy and talks back to you. Our cat Maisey is not really so very talkative, unless she is getting in trouble. Then she will make that same “meh meh meh” noise to give us some lip and let us know she is NOT taking our discipline lightly. Funny kitty! Sometimes she will run from the parent who is disciplining her to the other parent, complaining the whole way.
miz poo looks almost like my baby (cat) toby. and they have the same way of showing who is bozz around here 🙂 i am praying again for mr fancypants to come home 🙂
Hey Robin, have you thought of putting an add in the paper about fancy pants. Possibly he ditched his collar and someone found him and thought he was lost and is keeping him.
What are white sandwich cookies? Oreos or something like that?
I’m tempted to make that cake for our next office party where we’re all required to bring something.
Sorry this is a late post Robyn, but I haven’t felt like catching up on stuff the last week or so. Re your first paragraph in this entry, I know exactly how you feel. Like you with Fancypants, I would just to know one way or another whether Rusty is alive or dead. It would make me feel a bit better. Not happy, but better.
I sure do hope that those two boys come back to us one day. It’s just to hard to think of the other possibility. Even Misha is all mopey. Sheeesh – what a pair!