From Kathie:
My daughter works for a rescue in Sterling Virginia that is trying to get help with a spina bifida kitten. These are the links to her facebook page and chip in page. There is a video also on the facebook that will break your heart. The prognosis is good for her if she can get into a good rescue such as Best Friends. Currently she is in a home that cannot keep her long term and they are trying to place her soon.
If you can help out (I always say this, but it bears repeating – every little bit helps!), please do. If you can’t afford to help, please spread the word and send good thoughts in Dot’s direction. Her Facebook page is here, and her ChipIn page is here (or click on the link in the box below!)
The recipe for the raspberry cake I posted the picture of yesterday is now here.
Warning: it’s a huge pain in the ass to make. Damn good cake, though.
I’ve made exactly one resolution this year, and I’m going to keep it if it KILLS ME.
My resolution: to put my GODDAMN DEBIT CARD BACK IN THE SLOT IN MY WALLET WHERE IT BELONGS SO THAT I DON’T HAVE TO DIG THROUGH MY FUCKING PURSE WHILE THE CASHIER WAITS PATIENTLY FOR ME TO GET MY SHIT TOGETHER.
Seriously. How fucking hard is it to PUT THE FUCKING CARD BACK WHERE IT BELONGS? I mean, I put the fucking thing back in the INSIDE of my wallet, how hard is it to actually move my hand like half an inch to the side, to put it in the side pocket of the wallet? HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT? INCREDIBLY FUCKING HARD, APPARENTLY, because I NEVER DO IT. Instead, I stick the card in my wallet amongst all the crap and clutter that accumulates and then when it comes time to pay, I’m that annoying woman who’s digging and digging and digging.
I want to bitch-slap myself.
“Let me take care of that for you.”
So if it takes having to clean out my friggin’ wallet at home before EVERY trip out the door to run errands, THAT is what I’ll do, by god.
And also, why the FUCK do I collect so many receipts? What’s with all this PAPER? What is this, 1962 where we write CHECKS and need paper RECEIPTS? Isn’t this THE FUTURE, where they can beam my receipt right into the computer chip in my friggin’ BRAIN? Wasn’t I promised that? I think I was.
Fred and I have recently started watching Justified. It’s a show with Timothy Olyphant as US Marshall Raylan Givens, who grew up in Harlan, Kentucky, and due to some contrived reason he’s been transferred back to Kentucky, where he shot like 38 people in the first two episodes, and then the writers were all “There’s not going to be anyone left in Harlan if he keeps this up!” so all of a sudden Raylan’s all judicious and thinks first before pulling his gun.
So also on this show is Walton Goggins. We first saw Walton Goggins on The Shield, and you know how in the first few episodes of a show you’re trying to figure out and remember who everyone is? Well, Walton Goggins (good lord do I love saying his name. Goggins! Goggins! Goggins!) played a character named Shane, but apparently they didn’t say his name often enough because we weren’t sure what his name was at first, and we were all “Is he Mackey?” “No, that’s the bald one.”, “Is he Lem?” “No, that’s the one who looks like a pot smoking surfer.”, “Is he Ronnie?” “No, that’s the one who just stands around in the background.”
My point is, we didn’t know what Walton Goggins’ (Goggins! Goggins! Goggins!) character’s name was, so we came up with a nickname. Annnnnnd that nickname, well.
That nickname was “Teeth.”
And thus forevermore his name to us became Teeth. And so if we’re, say, watching a movie and we see his name come up in the credits, one or the other of us will exclaim “Teeth!” and the other will say, affectionately, “Good ol’ Teeth.”
We like Teeth.
So anyway, about halfway through the first season of Justified, after having a very small presence in the previous few shows, Walton Goggins showed up. We had wondered if he’d have much of a role in the rest of the season, so when he showed up, Fred exclaimed “There’s Teeth!”
Before I go on to the punchline of this long and tedious story, please listen, if you haven’t already, to Maxi’s theme song.
And so, Fred exclaimed “There’s Teeth!”
I nodded.
And Fred said it again. “There’s Teeth!” he went on. “Toothin’ along!”
I laughed until I cried. And ever since, I’ll be driving somewhere and suddenly I’ll remember Fred saying “Toothing along!”, and I laugh and laugh. Just sitting here typing this, I’m laughing like a goon.
Now aren’t you glad I explained that entire story to you in excruciating detail?
(PS: We really like Justified quite a lot. You should totally check it out if you’re not already watching it.)
Oh, his fangs just crack me up.
Chuckles and Patty, stressing out as usual.
Pretty Miss Patty.
One of their favorite games: laying on either side of my leg and fighting with each other UNDER my leg.
Silly boys.
I love how it looks like Jax is blessing Tig.
I love this picture so very much.
Escape!
Gorgeous Jax.
Clay looks like he’s about to slap Opie.
They’re 6 1/2 years old, but Sugarbutt and Tommy still snuggle from time to time. Awwww.
Previously
2010: HOW DO THEY MOVE THROUGH THIS WORLD HATING SUCH AWESOME FOODS?
2010: “If you call her my ‘little girlfriend’ one more time, I’m going to cut you.”
2009: JESUS CHRIST that GPS lady is one pushy bitch.
2007: Good ol’ Jerry Ford. Remember when he… pardoned Nixon? Yep, them were the days.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: No entry.
2003: My God, I love Sam’s, have I mentioned?
2002: Why, that’s almost as exciting as the fact that my birthday’s in less than a week!
2001: Fred, being the man, is legally required to deal with all car-related crap and I, being the woman, am legally required to bitch at him until he does so.
2000: So we apparently had a 2.8 earthquake today about which I knew nothing.