I only can dream of having a voice like hers. When I'm not dreaming, I pretend I actually do and belt it out in the car. Then my throat hurts again, and I'm reminded that I am me and singing isn't in the cards.
The Short just said to me, "Mom? I'm writing a story called Bad Christmas and it's coming out next fall. It'll have some horror."
Sounds great. Bring it on. I'm in a picture posting mood.
still crazy on Saturday mornings before his meds kick in. But he's loving boy scouts, seems to be getting along well at his new school, is getting along with his sissy well (that's what he calls Mimi, and while I appreciate that he calls her sister, the word SISSY in reference to any sister makes me cringe.. don't ask why).
Oh yes, we have a new addition to our family. NO, I'm not pregnant.
She's had a lot of names. Her racing name was Bohemian Source. Except she didn't really care
about racing. Which is why she's living with us now. Her other names she had were Mitch, Midge, Milly, and now Willow. Or Shmii. No, not after Anakin Skywalker's mother. Because Shmii rhymes with "she" and sounds kinda like Schmoo, which is the other dog's nickname. She is a huge baby. She thinks she's a lapdog, but other than that, she's like a big kid... with lots of brains. She annoys the short beyond all reason, who in turn likes to annoy me by constantly reminding me that he is, indeed, a cat person. I guess she has too much energy for him. Which if you've ever been around the short sans meds, you'd be laughing your @ss off about that one...
Oh, Why not. Here's the Schmoo.
His real name is Pete, and he even though he's
12, he is so much more lithe and bouncy now that Shmii's come to stay. He likes to lick her face and in turn, she'll rest her head on his back. Ah, true love. Except that he's so much older... Kinda creepy. But anyway...
He is an awesome dog. Very well mannered, very thoughtful, and very intelligent.
Oh yes, and we also call the cat Schmitty... for kitty. His real name is Pumpkin. Mimi got him
a couple halloweens ago and picked that name for him. He also is very funny. Laying in the sink
and stuff. He also likes to bat at the shower hose and see if he can get any water to drip out of the faucet, he likes to chase people around after dark on his hind legs, he climbs into boxes and backpacks and just lays there, and he can climb the short's loft's ladder and sleeps with the short.
I like this cat. I think it's hilarious when willow tries to pick him up like a chew toy. She doesn't, though, because she's too nice. But she does make him a little soggy. And that's totally worth it.
Westley got a new computer. I'm sorry to say I haven't converted him to Mac yet.
Here's you're awwwwww moment.
I had a stressful day.
I came home, unloaded groceries, and started doing dishes. He came into the kitchen, gave me a hug, and dragged me out to the couch and made me sit down. He covered me with a blanket. Then he brought my computer to me. Then he brought me tea. Hence another overdue blog post.
You can thank him. I did.
I'm going to go look at lolcats now. Lots of em.
