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?
Gorgeous pics of Kara (who looks a tad peeved).
What’s the deal with that butterfly fabric in the living room? I love it and think I have some like it (if not exactly like it) in my quilting fabric stash. Or I may have already used it to back baby girl quilts. I can’t remember because I’m elderly.
Re: Someone Like You. Yeah, there should be a wife-response song. Something along the lines of “Honey, don’t make me rip off your nipples and feed them to you.” But, you know, more lyrical.
Oh, I don’t know, that sounds plenty lyrical to me! 😀
I actually had to go look at the pictures to see the butterfly material you were talking about. That’s a soft-sided kitty condo. There’s a small cat bed warmer in there. Miz Poo and Jake trade off custody of the condo. When Patty Peppers was with us, it was her favorite thing to do, wait until Jake was in the condo and then climb in there with him because he couldn’t get away from her.
I think there should be a “Da Bird – Free with Adoption of Everett!” promotion. He loves his feathers so.
Wow, I thought I was the only one who hated that Adele song! I think it sounds stalkery (I know it’s not a word, but you know what I mean right?).
I’m happy to see we aren’t the only ones with a clawed couch. Elphaba is our first cat not to be declawed originally because of low funds but then because I felt guilty after reading you and other sources as well. They have fancy laser declaw surgery now that is probably better but it costs a fortune. Elphaba is wicked with those damn claws of hers and I call her Captian Hooks sometimes. I bought her a scratching thing that hangs on the front door. She refuses to use4 it. I probably need a bigger scratching post and some catnip. She’s never had the nip yet, have to see if she likes it. Atleast she understands not to claw US.
Which Blues Brother is lurking behind the couch? Is that Looney Jake? He is such a cool guy.
Never heard THAT Adele song-damn you missing sound driver. I love We Could Have Had It All. The computer may have to go out for service again.:(
Happy Valentine’s Day to you and Fred and all the fur kids.
Rolling In The Deep, not We Could Have Had It All. I feel like saying “Nevermind,” like Gilda Radnor’s Emily Latella on the original SNL. Red Faced 🙁 old fart!
Sugarbutt has jazz paws!!!!
She explains the meaning of that song on her concert DVD. It’s more about running into someone you really loved 20 years down the road and having the emotions rush back (hopeless romanticism?) Not so much the “HAI, HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN TWO YEARS, I’M KNOCKING ON YOUR FRONT DOOOOOR!”
And I found this funny, she said she wrote Set Fire to the Rain after a friend prompted her to write something highly campy to appeal to his drag crowd, lol! Hence, the overly dramatic lyrics. She said it’s about getting really angry after the initial tears, and putting some emotional “fire” behind them.