If I recoup my long wind, I'll be back here.
Tell all your single friends, 140 character constraint is no excuse for sloppy punctuation.
XO, JamieSmitten
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Sometimes I Tweet
I find myself with little to say these days. So I'm saying it on Twitter.
If I recoup my long wind, I'll be back here.
Tell all your single friends, 140 character constraint is no excuse for sloppy punctuation.
XO, JamieSmitten
If I recoup my long wind, I'll be back here.
Tell all your single friends, 140 character constraint is no excuse for sloppy punctuation.
XO, JamieSmitten
Monday, February 01, 2010
Snow Days
Depends on who you ask, of course, but it looked like about 10 inches to me.
The boys were very happy with their winter wonderland.
Pullo found that Boom poop is even better when it is frozen -- here he is digging for it!
He has such a sweet face, despite the poopsicle breath.
The brothers, ever vigilant.
Tell all your single friends, we're living in a winter wonderland (until the ice arrives).
XO, JamieSmitten
The boys were very happy with their winter wonderland.
Pullo found that Boom poop is even better when it is frozen -- here he is digging for it!
He has such a sweet face, despite the poopsicle breath.
The brothers, ever vigilant.
Tell all your single friends, we're living in a winter wonderland (until the ice arrives).
XO, JamieSmitten
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Rat Bastard
My hatred of rodents is well-known.
Therefore, I try to live my life in such a way that rodents never cross my path. To each his beady-eyed own.
And then SOMEBODY moved in. Somebody with a cavalier attitude towards rodents:
"Baby. There are mice everywhere. Just because you can't see them..." "Whatever. You already had mice, so me dropping one piece of dog food did not cause this." "Ha Ha Ha. Look at all the mouse poop."
Yes, Somebody thinks that mice are just a fact of life. Un-unh. No way. Not here. So, I keep reiterating my mouse-free mantras:
Don't spill dog food! Don't leave the garbage on the back porch -- take it out to the can!
and Somebody ignores me.
Saturday morning, I take the dogs outside for a little backyard romp after breakfast. I get the snow shovel ("Could you put that away since the snow is long gone?") and start shoveling the mountains of poo from the dogs.
The dogs who keep running up onto the porch and sniffing around the garbage bag.
So I call them back down and go back to shoveling. The dogs run back up on the porch and suddenly, out of the bag opening ("Can you remember to tie the bag closed when you take it out?") explodes an 8" long (not counting tail!) rat who leaps off the porch, runs crazily at me, and then cuts a hard right into the bushes. Where he is chased by Boom. For the record, Pullo stayed on the porch just looking tough.
I screamed. Somebody came running out of the house in his underwear. And then started laughing when I explained the horrible event that had just occurred.
Tell all your single friends, obeying anti-rodent rules is MANDATORY for all.
XO, JamieSmitten
Therefore, I try to live my life in such a way that rodents never cross my path. To each his beady-eyed own.
And then SOMEBODY moved in. Somebody with a cavalier attitude towards rodents:
"Baby. There are mice everywhere. Just because you can't see them..." "Whatever. You already had mice, so me dropping one piece of dog food did not cause this." "Ha Ha Ha. Look at all the mouse poop."
Yes, Somebody thinks that mice are just a fact of life. Un-unh. No way. Not here. So, I keep reiterating my mouse-free mantras:
Don't spill dog food! Don't leave the garbage on the back porch -- take it out to the can!
and Somebody ignores me.
Saturday morning, I take the dogs outside for a little backyard romp after breakfast. I get the snow shovel ("Could you put that away since the snow is long gone?") and start shoveling the mountains of poo from the dogs.
The dogs who keep running up onto the porch and sniffing around the garbage bag.
So I call them back down and go back to shoveling. The dogs run back up on the porch and suddenly, out of the bag opening ("Can you remember to tie the bag closed when you take it out?") explodes an 8" long (not counting tail!) rat who leaps off the porch, runs crazily at me, and then cuts a hard right into the bushes. Where he is chased by Boom. For the record, Pullo stayed on the porch just looking tough.
I screamed. Somebody came running out of the house in his underwear. And then started laughing when I explained the horrible event that had just occurred.
Tell all your single friends, obeying anti-rodent rules is MANDATORY for all.
XO, JamieSmitten
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