Happy, happy birthday to Debbie, my sister, who turns 38 today!
Happy birthday, Deb! I hope it’s a fabulous one!
Yesterday, after Felina was done surfing the internet and reading blogs (we’re getting her addicted to the internet young), she said “That Pioneer Punk is cool. I wanna be cool like him!” Next thing we knew….
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That Pioneer Punk is a bad, bad influence.
(Relax, it’s not a real cigarette.)
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Yesterday morning, we were getting ready to leave the house, when Nance said “Guess who’s downstairs?!” I grabbed my camera, but as soon as she saw me, she ran for the stairs. I very, very slowly followed her, and she sat on the stairs and looked at me. I moved slowly enough that she didn’t feel threatened, apparently, and when I held out my hand to her she sniffed it, looked up at me, and gave me a mini-Hellcat growl. I’m no dummy, so I backed the hell off.
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Nance and I partied it up some more yesterday, heading back to Big Lots so I could buy the cat beds I was coveting ($7 each! That is SUCH a deal!) and the drugstore so I could pick something up for Fred, and then we had lunch in downtown Near-Nance-Ville. We drove around a little and Nance showed me the sights, then we stopped by the grocery store so she could pick some stuff up, and let me tell you, that is one nice freakin’ grocery store. The produce section was HUGE and then we walked around the corner and I spotted nirvana.
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Any kind of candy you could ever want! I bought some sour balls, because you just can’t find them in Alabama and I like the green ones.
Then we went back to Nance’s house and I sat on my dead ass while Nance and Shirley made dinner.
I highly recommend visiting Nance and Rick and Shirley and Trey and Alex – they totally let you sit around on your ass and not do anything, and they give you the interesting local gossip. Also, if you ever need an animal to snuggle with, you totally have your pick.
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All my Pennsylvania pics are hither.
Previously
2007: I am such a prize, I really am.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: “Have you noticed that it smells like the bodies of fifteen [gentlemen of Chinese descent] laying in a pile in the ditch, rotting?”
2003: Always something, you know?
2002: “I’m starving to death. Meh. STARVING, I’m STARVING. Meh.”
2001: My baby’s growing up!
2000: No entry.
Maddy is such a big beautiful (on the outside anyway) girl now!!! & I think I may have fallen in love with Felina. That dog is freaking adorable!!!
I wonder if Maddy thinks that you want to take her back with you.
When I left my cat at my parent’s house and moved to New York City, every time I came back to visit he would attack me. We figured that he thought I was going to take him back, and he had it too good living with my parents. Like he gets to go outside whenever he wants, eats all over the neighborhood, gets people food daily. Gets brushed frequently. I mean, really, how many cats have three cat doors? (Well, since my parents live in Maine, and they want to save heat, they have one door to the back entryway, another door into the basement and a door in one of the windows in the basement.)
(When he lived with me, he was stuck inside all the time.)
Sounds like you are having a great time Robyn! If you ever get the chance check out a Wegmans grocery store they are in PA, NY and around the east coast. Not just a grocery store but a shopping destination.
Is that a Wegmans?
You’re starting to sounds more like Nance. “I sat on my dead ass…” sounds like her.
Glad you’re having a great time.
That Maddy is an ungrateful ho, btw. Brat.
Looks like Giant Eagle.
Wegman’s grocery store is da bomb!! It’s the “amusement park” of grocery stores. My sister lives in Williamsville, NY (Buffalo suburb) and one of my fav destinations is Wegman’s. That place rocks!!
*LOL* I love Pioneer woman too, I thought that post was fairly amusing..my son does the same thing and it makes me cringe.
Felina is precious, I’m almost sold on getting a tiny dog myself. Almost.
My first thought was Wegmans, too!
Yeah that’s not a cigarette — it’s a one-hitter!
I guess for Maddy, we will have to leave the first part out of the phrase “Beautiful inside and out”
She is gorgeous.
I heart Pioneer Woman too, I will be glad when the day comes I win one of those fabulous prizes, well I can dream, they have started being in the 4 and 5 thousands now (the contestants). When I started reading her, she might of had 30.
No, it’s not a Wegmans. The closest Wegmans is two and a half hours away. I love Wegmans, but Rick has issues with driving that far for groceries. Go figure.
And it’s definitely a fake cigarette. I don’t know what a one-hitter is, but the one that Felina is using is made from styrofoam.