Posts tagged ‘Himself’
CHAIR SALE
Hmmmmm…
This was the pair I went to see.
Don’t laugh! This was the most comfortable. Swiveled and rocked!
Better in the photo than in person. Did not look antique but good colors.
Guy chair. And a little Goth. ‘Nuff said.
This hide was very subtle and the piping gave it a crisp look. I think a pair of these would look great in a modern setting though I might paint the legs a glossy black.
The velvet pillow with Milagros was $190.00! Yikes!
Liked the look but uncomfortable and shop worn. (The dogs would have fun with the fringe.)
Himself was having none of it. He looked around in abject horror (That took about 30 seconds.), told me what he thought about their half-price sale and parked himself on a comfy couch. He was done. Frankly, I didn’t think he’d last that long!
Bebe and Little-Bit’s favorite chair and mine too! (Note the protective quilt covering.) I just had to get the puppies into this post. They have chair opinions, too! Little-Bit is actually a renown expert in this area.
DOG GONE BAD VET
I chose our veterinary clinic because it was AAHA certified. I wasn’t impressed with the facilities but the owner/vet seemed competent enough and he was supposed to be available at all times for emergencies. Not only was he not available when we needed him this weekend (See UPDATE), he NEVER RETURNED OUR CALL!
I don’t think that there is anything left to say. He promised a standard of care that was not there. I will not take that risk again. He’s history.
ADDENDUM- I think Little-Bit is O.K., but I will be following up with our new vet.
ADDENDUM AGAIN- The vet and his staff called me numerous times on Monday and Tuesday. Awkward. The excuse given was that the answering service had taken down my number incorrectly. Don’t most answering services have caller ID? I am not changing my mind. Choosing a new vet is never easy, though…
HAPPY ENDING-Well, the answering service sent a transcript of their recording and they had written my number incorrectly as well as my name. I also received an written apology from the operator who had made the error. So I have rescheduled Black Cat’s check-up for this week and we will continue with this practice. Let you know how that goes.
WELL, NOT SO MUCH- Black Cat got carsick in every possible way on the short drive over and then almost escaped. They made me sign something agreeing to pay $25.00 if I cancel an appointment. Then we spent over $300 for a yearly checkup for a healthy cat. We were there almost two hours but part of that was B.C.’s fault as they had to clean her up. I’m sure, if I look closely at my itemized bill, that I was charged for that.
Himself met the vet and didn’t like him either. We really can’t put our finger on why that is. Something about his demeanor.
I don’t see this relationship working out long term, do you?
THE GREAT ESCAPE
THEY BROKE OUT OF THEIR AREA AND INTO MINE!
LITTLE-BIT MADE HERSELF AT HOME
on my velvet bedspread!
AND THEN I HAD TO CATCH HER
My Cotons live in a large, tiled area that is the size of my first apartment. They are allowed to come with us to the rest of the house -except for my bedroom. I just wanted one area that was an island of serenity and cleanliness. Fur-free, so to speak.
The problem started when I decided to take a nap. God forbid.
They whined and cried at the doggy gate and then decided to body slam the double doors into the dining room. Since they had done that before, there were rubber bands wrapped around the handles. “No hill for a stepper.” as Himself says. BAM! The doors slammed into the walls. Patter, patter, patter of happy little feet headed my way.
I sat up drowsily to see to fuzzy, white, bouncing balls trying to leap up onto my high bed. I jumped up yelling, “Sit! Stay!” but not before grabbing my cell to take pictures because they are just so darn cute. B.B., for the first time in her life, sat and stayed. She tilted her head and looked at me as if to say, “This is gonna be good.”
Little-Bit scratched my bedspread, circled and made a little nest for herself. It seemed as if she was laughing at me as I chased her around the room and she kept going back to her nest like it was home base.
Finally, I was able to catch her with her head stuck under the bed and her butt stuck up in the air. Her tail was wagging away like a plume of white feathers. She thought that if she couldn’t see me then I couldn’t see her.
The funny thing is that she used to be able to wiggle under that bed. Not any more…
GO GREEN FOR LENT
Let’s do something for the greater good.
This is a project we can really get the little ones involved in, as well-make it a family thing.
This last week of Lent is a good time to look at the small, green changes we have been meaning to make but never got around to.
I am investigating “vampire” energy use. Who knew? And even better-this is one I can delegate to Himself!
Another upside is that we could save ourselves money while we’re saving the world. Win-win.
Check out 10 Ways to Go Green and Save Green. You might want to sign up for their newsletters. Very thought provoking.
So let’s get started and be sure to share your clever ideas.
ADDENDUM- I used to have lots of creative ways to recycle pantyhose-stuffing throw pillows, tying up tomato plants, etc. But well, you know…
THE BEST PERFUME TO ATTRACT A MAN
My girlfriend told me her Irish perfume smelled like maple syrup after a few hours.
Men were following their noses to her and then talking about pancakes.
I said, “If you really want to attract a man, find a perfume that dries down to bacon.”
(I haven’t lived with Himself all these years for nothing.)
HAPPY SAINT PATRICK’S DAY
My house will smell of an old tenement today-corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, carrots and turnips.
I cook it in beer.
Himself will love it.
Don’t forget to wear a bit of the green!
And if you go out tonight, find your nearest Irish pub.
Nothing says “St. Patrick’s Day” like green beer…
NIXON AND ME
I read once that while he was in the White House, Richard Nixon ran the air conditioning and had the fireplaces going at the same time.
I can relate.
One last cold front came through and I started begging Himself to fire that thing up.
If I didn’t have an actual conscience and character, I could curl up by that cozy hearth all year long.
Just like Nixon.
ADDENDUM- You know, the way that man sweated, he should have just stuck with the air-conditioning.
LOGICAL CONSEQUENCES
is how I reared my children.
It taught them cause, effect and responsibility.
I may have to try it on Himself.
Today was a dreary, drizzly day. It was the perfect day to do back burner, all-day cooking.
Chicken curry for us and some chicken/rice stuff for the dogs.
Himself kept teasing that the dog’s food looked and smelled better.
I should have just let him eat it.
It had fish oil.
