Ar Hyd y Nos
As predicted, much pitiful mewing in the wee hours. And the not-so-wee hours. And the definitely not-even-close-to-being-wee hours.
She’s breaking my heart.
As predicted, much pitiful mewing in the wee hours. And the not-so-wee hours. And the definitely not-even-close-to-being-wee hours.
She’s breaking my heart.
WELL WE KNOW WHERE WE’RE GOIN’BUT WE DON’T KNOW WHERE WE’VE BEENAND WE KNOW WHAT WE’RE KNOWIN’BUT WE CAN’T SAY WHAT WE’VE SEENAND WE’RE NOT LITTLE CHILDRENAND WE KNOW WHAT WE WANTAND THE FUTURE IS CERTAINGIVE US TIME TO WORK IT OUT We’re on a road to nowhereCome on insideTakin’ that ride to nowhereWe’ll take…
You can “nest” marquee commands, Froggy. Pretty cool, eh? This is what happens when they make me work Saturdays. MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE O’BEAST
Frankly, a sleigh would have been a far more appropriate vehicle to use today than my trusty Escort. I’m not saying that the Escort didn’t do a yeoman’s job; indeed it met or beat expectations at every hairy intersection and daunting hill. But snow clean up is far from complete in my little corner of…
These were waiting for me on the dining room table when I got home from work today. The Prof might try to act like a big tough guy, but he’s a new age, sensitive sort of softy at heart. Note the Warrior Princess glaring in the background. Also, a picture of CW-in-the-box from this morning:
The little hellion made it through the night just fine. In fact, the goddamnedkitten didn’t even vomit once. Not only that, but just before I went to bed I found her up on the kitchen counters again, scouting about where the cookies had been cooling, looking for another tidbit. Sympathy and guilt gave way to…
A final thought, in magnetic poetry: sun warmed black and white diamondeyes of grass and moonlightyou are the universe in one tiny measurehow is it none will take you home
It’s so hard to do anything with much joy when there is an animal in the house who is unhappy.
Ask me how I know.
Hope things get better….
Can’t think of a more appropriate song for the situation.
The poor little mite. And poor sleep-deprived caregivers 🙁
ew, about making up things,
my favorite music from ozzie is 33silent
Poor wee thing. Does she have to wear an e-collar?
When Dunkie has his allergies and has to wear his e-collar and he itches all over but can’t get to it and sometimes he whines, that breaks my heart. I can totally relate. You can’t explain things to them, either. "It’s not my fault!" you want to say.