Holy cow! Thanks, you guys, for all your comments and emails. You are, as usual, The Awesome. My ego is now so swollen my neck can barely support it! A lot of lurkers came out to comment, and I love it when that happens.
Rest assured that I am going nowhere and passwording nothin’.
You remember Dramatic Groundhog, right?
Now check out Dramatic Kitty!
You tell me: double-bladed mezzaluna knife. Worth it, or no? And if yes, tell me about your mezzaluna knife, where you got it, and how much you love it.
You ever get the feeling that someone’s been going through your stuff or sitting at your desk? Lately, I’ve been coming downstairs in the morning and my keyboard is just… I don’t know. Not where it’s supposed to be. And my mouse is much closer to the edge of the desk. It’s very odd.
I can’t imagine what would explain such a thing.
I think y’all should know that we have owned MisterBoogers.com for TWO AND A HALF YEARS and it took me about an hour altogether to get it up and running.
I know, ridiculous.
Y’all, I seriously DO NOT KNOW what the hell it is, but Sugarbutt and Mister Boogers have got a serious hate-on for Joe Bob. He’ll be sitting on the floor minding his own business and just SOMETHING about his very existence sets Sugarbutt (who has always been a lover, not a fighter) or Mister Boogers (who’s always been a hetter) off. Last night Fred went out to close up the chicken coops and I was loading the dishwasher before I joined him, and all of a damn sudden, there were cats screaming and I whipped around to see Joe Bob and Sugarbutt with a death grip on each other, both of them yowling at the top of their lungs. I yelled so loud that Fred heard me and came back inside just as I got them separated.
At least there was more Sugarbutt hair floating around in the aftermath than Joe Bob hair.
Fred helped Joe Bob get to his “safe place” – atop the bookcase in the kitchen – and he stayed there for the rest of the evening.
Yesterday I was on the phone and heard a hellacious scream. I recognized it as Stinkerbelle’s voice, and followed the sound to the laundry room to find that Joe Bob had cornered Stinkerbelle behind the washing machine and it was PISSING HER OFF. He doesn’t have to touch her to piss her off (I don’t think he’d actually instigate a fight), all he has to do is block her from getting past him.
I don’t know what the issue is, but it’s pissing me off. I hate to see Sugarbutt and Boogie pick on Joe, and I hate to see Joe pick on Stank. I suppose it’s the principal of shit rolling downhill, but I think the Stank would disagree with the idea that she’s downhill from Joe when it comes to the pecking order in the house.
They just better stop with the middle of the night fighting, because I will TOTALLY toss all of the troublemakers out back and make them fend for themselves.
Yeah, I don’t believe me either.
YOU MAKE KITTY SCARED.
Kaylee never quite dares to come all the way downstairs. She prefers to sit on the stairs and observe.
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Miz Poo gets cranky without her full 23.75 hours of beauty sleep.
Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: The man KNOWS romantic conversation, doesn’t he?
2005: That Jane, she’s a smart and wily one.
2004: No, there are no current plans for Fredbyn offspring.
2003: I think we’re going to change Miz Poo’s name to Miz Money Pit.
2002: No entry.
2001: Picture entry.
2000: The word of the day is shopping.