Happy, happy birthday, Brian!!!!
I cannot believe this child is 17 today. It’s stunning how quickly the time flies.
For those of you who asked, the potential kitten adopter is now the official adopter. Yay! Inara and River behaved themselves (actually, they put on quite a show) for her on Friday, and she decided to take them on. I’ll be delivering them on Friday (yes, if you’re a local reader who adopts a foster kitteh, I will totally deliver!) to their new home.
The other night I said to Fred “But I’ll miss Inara! She’s my favorite!” I’ve been calling her Dora the Explorer because she was the first one to come downstairs and hang out regularly, she spends the most time downstairs, and I do believe she’s the one who decided that okra pods would be fun toys and thus the reason – despite the fact that I left the basket of okra unattended for MAYBE five minutes – I’m finding okra all over the house with little teeth marks in it.
So Fred said “I thought The Peanut [Zoe] was your favorite?”
And I said “She is!”
So Fred said “I thought The Raccoon [Kaylee] was your favorite?”
And I said “She is!” Even though she clearly prefers Fred to me.
So Fred said “I thought Little Boy [River] was your favorite?”
And I said “He is!”
So Fred said “Well, they can’t ALL be your favorite, and besides we agreed we wouldn’t be keeping any of them.”
And I said “I know. Shaddup. Hmph.”
River.
Inara.
I know for a fact that they will be spoiled ROTTEN in their new home. And what’s awesome is that since she’s a local reader, I can periodically harass her for updates on how they’re doing!
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Kind of amazing that Joe Bob is able to get up there, sleep all day, and then get back down without knocking any of that stuff off the mantel, isn’t it?
Previously
2007: HAPPY BARFDAY, BRIAN!!!!
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: While your average man might have grown frightened, apparently it wasn’t the first time that morning Mike’d heard Satan’s voice howling his name.
2003: It’s kind of like a samba.
2002: I saved someone’s life this morning!
2001: Thus the reason we never get telemarketing calls.
2000: No entry.
Lulling you into false sense of security, that Joe Bob. Then one day, he decides to bat at some hot sauce or a jelly jar…
I heart Joel McHale and The Soup. If you are not watching I insist you start. It is on Friday nights at 10 and then a bunch more over the weekend. E! channel. They skewer everyone. Love it.
Sad to hear the kitties are leaving but very happy they are going to Kitty Wonderland to be spoiled forever. I am trying to work a deal on my Mother in Law to get her to adopt a little kitten that had a run in with a car motor. Kitty lost left ear and right eye. The catch is that my MIL is blind in her right eye also so they would make a perfect pair.
Wow, when did Brian become a little hottie!
Gosh, now I feel like a dirty ol’ lady.)
Thanks for the update on the adoption! That is happy-sad news. Bittersweet.
Make sure to get River and Inara extra kisses from their web-aunties and uncles before you send them off to their new, forever home! We’ll miss the nuts, but they now have a permanent home and get to have a sibling with them to play with and not be lonely. Hopefully, the other two babies and their motha get adopted soon so we can see who comes next…
Happy Birthday, Brian!
It’s always interesting to hear what you name your fosters (and your own) and then what second name you give them!
Good lord — didn’t Brian JUST have a birthday? It seems like just yesterday. Happy Birthday Brian!
I heart The Soup too! Robyn, did you ever start recording Chelsea Lately? My hubby and I watch it religiously. It is way funny and way over the top sometimes. I think you would like it.
That’s a precious pic of the Spud kissing Brian. I wish YOU good luck when the kitties depart.