Last weekend there was some gentle dissension on the home front. In short, the rest of the kids are jealous of Maggie and Belle having their NOLA adventures. I even heard a cry of "can we have our own blog?" to which Daddy replied firmly, "No."
I know. I am an old meanie. Love my kids but I am simply not up to such an adventure. However, I did promise that other kids may have adventures that get shared online. Eventually. Over time. I have a lot of kids. You'd think I were a Mormon, a Catholic, or a passionate Baptist. But y'all know better.
Anyway, here are Belle and Maggie checking out a photo of Her Ladyship, the Right Rev'd and Right Hon. Maya Pavlova of North Carolina, who kindly sent me a pastoral letter to cheer me up and encourage me, which is certainly did.
We all need some kitteh love now and again, even those of us who sneeze around kittehs.
Actually, as four of us rode home this evening after work we joked about it feeling like playing hooky. We split at 7:30 when the boss wasn't looking and it was still daylight. Woohoo, don't we know how to be wild!? That is purely ironic and rhetorical, y'all don't need to comment, as if I needed to say so.
So I have already been able to do a fair chunk of blog reading and have munched on some lovely extra sharp cheddar and crackers with my Coke (yes, we may have preferences but we don't discriminate) enhanced by three fingers of rum (in the first go around and some more in the second). Feeling very mellow at the moment. Lest y'all worry, I eat large lunches and really need very little food in the evening. And I almost always get either my oatmeal or an omelet in the morning. Most nights involve zero alcohol also, so I'm not dissipating down here, no matter what rumors you may have heard.
Godde bless the kittehs and all the other critters!
Don't forget to send some love over to the Cunning Runt who's got the blues but can't sing about them on Basin Street, as I can these days.
La K has begun her interferon treatments. Let's knit her a virtual prayer shawl (while others work on an incarnate one).
Nice to get home and have some energy for blogging.
--the BB
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6 comments:
Thank you. :-)
Thanks, Paul.
I popped over to Kirstin's - what a Sweetie, and what a brave Gurrrl! I may have to learn how to pray again.
Hey, moan me a Country Blues, and I'll post you some country pictures. :)
My forest is concrete
on girders of steel
The Lord pity my feet
'cause all that they feel
is sidewalk and stone
jars me clear to the bone
makes me wanna moan
the where is my country blues!
You know I miss my mother
and each animal my brother
or my sister, I'm so lonely
and the city rat's the only
critter here to keep my comp'ny
Oh, I'm missing me my country
Where the earth caresses sweetly
And the grasses blow so neatly
Lord, I gots me such a case of
the where is my country blues.
Oh!
[Tag, CR; you're on!]
Cute, cute, cute!
AAAAOOOOOOOOOO......
[ ...goes belly up like a simpering pup... ]
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