Live Long and Prosper

Phyllis was a fan....

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Funny? Hmmmmmmm...

I'm constantly forgetting what I said.  Such is the case from last night.  I cracked what I was convinced was a really funny joke.  But my audience did not share my enthusiasm.  Decidedly did not.


Little guy:  "That's worse than a bad joke...that's a dad joke."


Wow.  That is bad. 

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And then I Made a Grown Man Cry

Poor Dave.

Not only has every mosquito come to the conclusion that he is the tastiest source of blood in town, but he swells up in welts each time they get him...which is a lot.  Poor guy has even sworn off wearing shorts during the summer, which is a big commitment in Central Texas.

Anyway, today we were in the bedroom and I saw a mosquito flying around.

Dave:  "Get it!  Get it!!!"

And I'll be darned if that silly mosquito didn't land on the edge of a laundry basket that was directly in front of me.

"WHAM!!!!!"

And then Dave commenced crying with immense gratitude and appreciation.  OK, he may have been faking it, but only a little bit.

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Little Buddy

Our big cat, Pug, officially has a little buddy.  He wasn't looking to have a little buddy.  He doesn't even really want a little buddy.  But having a little buddy is what's been forced upon him.

Now, the poor old and amazing guy has put up with a lot.  We're constantly bringing critters into our home.  What does Pug do?  Well, he universally snubs them.  The dogs?  Disgusting, but over time barely tolerable.  The rats?  Delicious-looking...and really rude of us to bring such yumminess into his house and keep them in cages.  The guinea pigs?  "I bet they taste like chicken."  The hamsters?  Well, sadly, Pug did find out that they, or rather one one of them, tasted like chicken.

And now he's had a kitten, Tommy, thrust into his world.  A world where he clearly reigned as king.  What does he think of Tommy?  "If I ignore you, will you go away?"  But does Tommy ignore him?  Not a chance.  Tommy is the sweetest little stalker that ever was.  If Pug is hanging out on a chair at the table, Tommy is right there on a chair next to him.  If Pug is walking through the house, Tommy is just a few steps behind.  If Pug is eating, Tommy is sure to be within inches.  That last one never goes well.

Yup, Pug officially has a little buddy.


P.S. Pug isn't really sad like this picture would imply.  I think he's just too proud to admit he's thrilled.  But maybe his crown is just a hair crooked these days.

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