I don’t know where I am, but the blog is to-let for the next three weeks. Talk amongst yourselves.
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A run down of Ann’s trip from the home front:
Cats needy, out of food. Dog suspicious but cautiously glad that the object of her jealousy is out of town. Has jumped on bed three times to point out that there’s a whole side of said bed presently unoccupied. Tried watching the Orphanage with dog, she did not appreciate it as much as she does Austin Steven’s show on Animal Planet.
Work okay, but provider needy because he thinks he should be paid without actually doing anything for said paycheck. Silence at night restful, not yet to the ‘holy crap it’s quiet’ stage.
by
Andres (The Trophy Husband)
July 22nd, 2008 at 1:21 pm
Third day: dog determined to test boundaries by pretending to be asleep when it’s time to be put out, cats testing their freedom by playing leapfrog with furniture, Ann’s chair, the telephone and “push your brother down the stairs at 3 AM”. Much caterwauling ensues.
Finished Blue Diablo, wondering if dog can be trained to read maps and dial for pizza. Shall try this weekend.
No time to be lonely yet, boss decided that I need to be more hands on in pestering people to do their jobs: facing a six day week to poke at workmen on Saturday. Oh, joy.
Supplier still whiny for being paid late for services not rendered. Bugger’s lucky I don’t charge him for wasting my time.
Will see if dog enjoys The Return with Sarah Michelle Geller more than she did Orfanato.
Addendum:
Cell reception in Newark blows, or a certain pink purse is lead shielded, having hard time calling Ann to tattle on the cats. Cats watching me with baleful glares.
Please do continue regaling the rest of us who haven’t been lucky enough *sniff* to touch the pink purse *sniff* with these highly entertaining updates.
Thank you.
PS. You mean that cats are not supposed to do that pretty much every night?
To quote one of the great minds of the late 20th Century,
Narf.
Week one: Somehow managed to pull a muscle on my right shoulder/neck on Thursday evening. I suspect that it’s a sign that I need to actually get up a half hour earlier to exercise, rather than spending said half hour still in bed making up reasons why exercise is ultimately bad for me anyway. Most of those involve bacon.
Weekend: Pain. Painkillers. Driving? Fun… but I do now understand Batman’s request for a cowl that lets him turn his head. Trust me, corner of the eye driving in Mexico is like Russian roulette with four loaded chambers. Only, without the vodka. Mmm, vodka…
Cats whiny… well, one cat whiny, the other spends his evenings looking superior and trying to figure out new ways to annoy his brother and the dog. Business as usual.
The younger cat has made it impossible for me to get anything done (ANYTHING, ask Ann about his habit of nudging his way into bathrooms) until I have dedicated a full hour to petting him as soon as I get home.
Dog bored of me now, I think. Even when I call her to spend time, she huffs and goes curl up on the couch downstairs. May have to do with the eight hour marathon movie session I made her watch with me this weekend of bad creature features from the 70s that I cannot normally watch with the kids around. “Humanoids from the Deep” did seem to catch the cats’ interest, but I think they just wanted to nom the big fishmen. They loved a scene where a dog gets mauled.
Sadistic beasts.
I started suspecting I may be missing Ann and the kids when I had Sunday dinner with the pets: I had steak, they had grilled, buttered fish with a hint of garlic.
Scary point: I cooked it.
Scarier point: It was pretty good, and I did not write the recipe.
At least the animals seemed appreciative right up until they ran off to play.
*jumping in*
ha! I’m first!
That is all.
by azteclady July 21st, 2008 at 7:33 amHa! Can’t wait for tomorrow night. Although it’s going to be brutally hot! I hope everyone makes it OK.
by Mariana July 21st, 2008 at 1:55 pmCoke or Pepsi?
by katiebabs July 21st, 2008 at 5:30 pmPepsi, definitely. Unless it’s a soda float, then Coke, definitely.
by Mariana July 22nd, 2008 at 9:52 amA run down of Ann’s trip from the home front:
Cats needy, out of food. Dog suspicious but cautiously glad that the object of her jealousy is out of town. Has jumped on bed three times to point out that there’s a whole side of said bed presently unoccupied. Tried watching the Orphanage with dog, she did not appreciate it as much as she does Austin Steven’s show on Animal Planet.
Work okay, but provider needy because he thinks he should be paid without actually doing anything for said paycheck. Silence at night restful, not yet to the ‘holy crap it’s quiet’ stage.
by Andres (The Trophy Husband) July 22nd, 2008 at 1:21 pmLMAO! Thanks for the update Anne’s TTH.
by Emma Petersen July 23rd, 2008 at 6:22 amThird day: dog determined to test boundaries by pretending to be asleep when it’s time to be put out, cats testing their freedom by playing leapfrog with furniture, Ann’s chair, the telephone and “push your brother down the stairs at 3 AM”. Much caterwauling ensues.
Finished Blue Diablo, wondering if dog can be trained to read maps and dial for pizza. Shall try this weekend.
No time to be lonely yet, boss decided that I need to be more hands on in pestering people to do their jobs: facing a six day week to poke at workmen on Saturday. Oh, joy.
Supplier still whiny for being paid late for services not rendered. Bugger’s lucky I don’t charge him for wasting my time.
Will see if dog enjoys The Return with Sarah Michelle Geller more than she did Orfanato.
by Andres (Yup, TTH) July 23rd, 2008 at 7:58 pmAddendum:
by Andres (Yup, TTH) July 23rd, 2008 at 8:01 pmCell reception in Newark blows, or a certain pink purse is lead shielded, having hard time calling Ann to tattle on the cats. Cats watching me with baleful glares.
I felt said pink purse and felt no lead. Hmm… I may have to give it a few more caresses next time I see Ann…
by katiebabs July 23rd, 2008 at 8:03 pmDear TTH,
Please do continue regaling the rest of us who haven’t been lucky enough *sniff* to touch the pink purse *sniff* with these highly entertaining updates.
Thank you.
PS. You mean that cats are not supposed to do that pretty much every night?
by azteclady July 24th, 2008 at 9:27 amTo quote one of the great minds of the late 20th Century,
Narf.
Week one: Somehow managed to pull a muscle on my right shoulder/neck on Thursday evening. I suspect that it’s a sign that I need to actually get up a half hour earlier to exercise, rather than spending said half hour still in bed making up reasons why exercise is ultimately bad for me anyway. Most of those involve bacon.
Weekend: Pain. Painkillers. Driving? Fun… but I do now understand Batman’s request for a cowl that lets him turn his head. Trust me, corner of the eye driving in Mexico is like Russian roulette with four loaded chambers. Only, without the vodka. Mmm, vodka…
Cats whiny… well, one cat whiny, the other spends his evenings looking superior and trying to figure out new ways to annoy his brother and the dog. Business as usual.
The younger cat has made it impossible for me to get anything done (ANYTHING, ask Ann about his habit of nudging his way into bathrooms) until I have dedicated a full hour to petting him as soon as I get home.
Dog bored of me now, I think. Even when I call her to spend time, she huffs and goes curl up on the couch downstairs. May have to do with the eight hour marathon movie session I made her watch with me this weekend of bad creature features from the 70s that I cannot normally watch with the kids around. “Humanoids from the Deep” did seem to catch the cats’ interest, but I think they just wanted to nom the big fishmen. They loved a scene where a dog gets mauled.
Sadistic beasts.
I started suspecting I may be missing Ann and the kids when I had Sunday dinner with the pets: I had steak, they had grilled, buttered fish with a hint of garlic.
Scary point: I cooked it.
Scarier point: It was pretty good, and I did not write the recipe.
At least the animals seemed appreciative right up until they ran off to play.
by Andres (Yup, TTH) July 28th, 2008 at 6:32 pmYou grilled the critters fish? Wow, you must be missing the family to go to that kind of effort for them…
by Katie July 29th, 2008 at 8:30 am