Yeah, yeah, happy Valentine’s Day. I didn’t get any cute Valentiney pictures of the cats. Maybe next year. For this year, you’ll just have to agree to be my valentine and we’ll leave it at that, mmkay?
PS: Where’s my candy??
I think that fucking whore of a groundhog actually brought on winter by seeing his stupid shadow. It actually sleeted last night. SLEETED. Not two weeks ago it was so warm I had to go upstairs and put a short-sleeved t-shirt on, and now we’re getting sleet?
Fuck that.
Someone bring me the head of that rotten little rodent.
Am I the only one who, upon hearing Adele’s Someone Like You, imagines the whole scenario from the lost love’s wife’s perspective? I mean, Adele’s at the door, all “Yeah, I hear you got married and settled down. SURPRISE! HERE I AM! Oh darling, don’t be so shy and shrink back from the light. No, no, no, don’t worry about me! I’ll be okay! I’ll find someone like you! I just want you to know that it’s not over for me, that I sob over your picture every night and all. Okay, then! Is that dinner? Got an extra plate? Oh, does your wife have to be present? She’s awfully rude, isn’t she?”
I mean, what is the protagonist of this song hoping to accomplish by SHOWING UP AT THE MAN’S HOUSE to tell him she’s not over him and she’s hoping to find someone like him? What, exactly? Okay, that’s a rhetorical question. I think WE ALL KNOW what she’s hoping, she’s hoping he’ll be like “By god, YOU ARE RIGHT, you are my ONE TRUE LOVE, let me get my car keys and let’s blow this popsicle stand!”
I imagine his wife fixing dinner and fuming about how oh GREAT, here’s Crazypants, back again to proclaim her goddamn love for MY HUSBAND, super fun times!
I wish someone famous would write and record a response to Someone Like You. That would be friggin’ awesome, wouldn’t it? Ohhhh, Pink! I think I have your next assignment!
Miss Sally in the sun. She and Everett look SO much alike – except that Everett’s got the white whiskers, and Sally’s got the white hairs on her chest.
Miz Poo likes to watch from a distance.
Practicing his high dive for the Olympics.
Sugarbutt’s all “Who’s playing with feathers here?!”
I love Sugarbutt’s whiskers in the sun.
Sally again. See the six white hairs on her chest? Too cute!
Someone got a bit too close to Alice.
Sugarbutt, if you’re going to get the feather, you’re going to have to work on your swing.
I think it’s been quite a while since I shared any pictures of Kara. She tends to spend most of her time outside or on top of the dryer. Lately, she’s been coming in and hanging out on the platform in the kitchen. I think it’s probably warmer than on top of the dryer, which is near the back door.
Kara with an attitude.
Previously
2011: Easy listening songs of the 80s? Yes, please, Time Life!
2010: Won’t you be my Val-LOON-tine?
2009: SHE IS A VERY HIGH-ENERGY DOG.
2008: I imagine that when we have 40 chickens, it will be a wee bit more difficult to coax them back into their yard after they’ve escaped.
2007: I should have asked him to be my valentine, no?
2006: “Stop following me,” Sugarbutt said. “Or I shall call the gendarmes and they shall kick your ass all the way back to Paree.”
2005: “I wasn’t worried,” Fred said to me. “Because any party where the invitation suggests bringing Dance Dance Revolution pads is not one that’s going to get out of hand.”
2004: No entry.
2003: No entry.
2002: Be our valentine, bitch!
2001: Could this get any more exciting, talking about the weather?
2000: Is it wrong that hearing about that incident gives me a whole new respect for Maria?