this one's for my girls . . .

so proud of you kidlet, les and roo . . . my personal heroes!!!!

poop and other stuff . . .

today ends my adventures in cat sitting for joanie's beasties.  i love her annie.  annie may come to live with us when joanie isn't looking.  annie and pippin would be fast friends.  shebs, on the other hand has a tendency to be a little standoffish.  i'm not sure she would care for the pandaemonium of the cave.

that's under normal circumstances.  but this stint was a tad different.  it took annie four whole days before she decided i was good for pets, scratches, rubs and other feline necessities.  shebs, however, was up for them from the very start.  i think they swapped personalities.  goobers.

i have discovered one thing.  either her beasties are pooping under the sofa or behind a chair or my beasties are champion poopers.  our litter box is well sprinkled with presents on a daily basis.

sigh.  you know i'm low on escapades when i stoop to discussing trinkets in the litter box, so i will leave you with this and call it a day:

oh, and p.s:

let it go . . .

i really love this:

but keep the sweet memories close.

stuff . . .

another slug day in paradise.  may i tell you a secret?  i miss the cold weather.  this 80+ degree weather in december is annoying.  i placidly wait all summer long for october when the humidity drops and the air gets crisp.  didn't happen this year.  then came november.  more of the same.  and then december and on and on.  so i closed up the house, turned down the a/c and pretend it is a real december.  so there, she said, stamping her foot to the amusement of mother nature.

does it tell you something when you end up with seven bottles of wine for christmas.  gawd, i love my friends.  and kidlet got me a traveling wine cup.  think of a tervis with a wine glass inserted inside.  i have a tendency to pop wine glasses.  they never last.  this, i cannot break.  good one kidlet.

i've been reading my brains out.  my personal challenge on goodreads. com, is 52 books this year.  normally not a problem but it seems i took more time off then usual and fell behind.  way behind.  but i'm back on track and have three and half days to read the last book.  easy peasy. 

be safe.

post christmas oddities . . .

since lee, kidlet and i grilled our christmas dinner, kidlet had to show lee the residents behind the pool's wall clock:

i think this guys has been in hiding for way too long.  he matches the siding.

and i really did take some photos of christmas . . . sort of:

very little light at 7:00 a.m.  yes, we are still kids at heart despite our promises to each other to sleep in.

and this was the first year the zombie cats have left the ornaments alone.  we may be able to revert back to normal ornaments next year.

 no shots of faces allowed . . . remember we had just crawled out of bed and look rather raggedy.

 pippin left the ornaments alone but the presents were too much for her curiosity.

and i leave you with this because it works so well for the two of us:

enjoy!!!!

happiest of birthday's . . .

to sue:

hope it's a fantastic one.

goodness . . .

up early because, well because it's christmas day.  lots of goodies under the tree.  i need to download the pictures tomorrow.  happiness is kidlet and christmas.  most wonderful time.

then a nap or two and dinner with lee.  kidlet and i prefer filet mignons. she gets the inside of the taters, i get the outside.

 lee prefers anything with fat and a bone:

so we did them both along with roasted asparagus, baked taters, salad, deviled eggs, baked apples, rolls and butter, sautéed mushrooms, a chocolate ganache cake.  slurp.  burn.  fart.

good food.  good friends.  good will toward men.