WTH?

So we were just in the drive thru line at my favorite place - rhymes with Mopeye's. (Shut up - tomorrow's Monday and I'm starting fresh.) While waiting I read a sticker on the window that read "Save money on your favorite chicken with just a few mouse dicks!!!!

Huh?

Oh.

Mouse CLicks.

Makes sense.

I'm sitting here admiring my new purse....

and it occurred to me...the only thing that would make this cuter is that if the strap was made out of a dog leash!!!

How cute would that be??

Treasures!

Yesterday we went to a big garage sale where all proceeds go to the Humane Society of Miami. I was thrilled to find a M.A. Hadley piggy bank. MA Hadley is a type of pottery I collect. We went back today and as Robin was paying for some crappola that she didn't need, I spotted something from afar. This purse was buried under all kinds of tote/computer/messenger bags. The only reason I noticed it was because I have two of these dogs on my front porch and it just caught my eye. I was so excited to get it and all the people were eeewwwing (ew in a good way - not like "ew" what's that smell) and aaaahhhing my find. I thought for sure applause was going to follow, but no.

I think it's a boy.

BTW, notice my teak table. Spent a lot of time this past week pressure cleaning it and sealing it. Purdy, huh?

Come out come out wherever you are.....

When I get home from work (the one day a week I actually have to go somewhere), the very first thing I always do is take off my makeup and put on my PJ's. Yesterday when I got home, Robin was on the phone. I did my thing and decided to hide on her. This is nothing new. We love to hide on each other. The guestroom was starting to look pretty good two weeks ago. Then we decided not to change the house around (ie: make the garage or mudroom in to an office - once we put the treadmill in the dining room and got our living room back, all was well in the world). Meanwhile, the guestroom is now, once again, a catch all. A junk room, if you will. The bed is stacked with clothes, purchases from the Keys (I started my Christmas shopping - yay for me), and some pictures from the walls. I arranged the clothes and pictures in such a way that I (yes, even I - thank you very much) could hide under it all without being seen.

So I hid and I waited. And waited. Jesus - who was she talking to? I was getting hot. I couldn't breathe. How old am I? Then - there it was. I heard her stomping through the house. "Honey?" "HONEY?" "HOOONNNNEYYY".

She opened the other bedroom door. Slam. Bathroom door. Slam. "HONEYYYY?".

She opened the guestroom door. I held my breath. She looked in the closet. "HONEY?"

She left the room.

I did it! I won!

However...she didn't shut the guestroom door and the dogs absolutely love it in there. They go in there every chance they get, and like little kids at a Holiday Inn, they jump up and down on the bed. It wasn't long before they sniffed me out and my gig was up. Not only was I covered by clothes and pictures and God knows what else, but I was being welcomed home by the four most adorable creatures in the world.

Then Robin realized what was going on, came in the room, called me an idiot, walked out, and SLAM.

I got up, brushed myself off and went in to the living room. "So how was your day?"

New love

I discovered turnips last night. I mean, I've had them before and knew I liked them, but I have never bought or made them before. I roasted them with them with some other vegi's, but now I can't stop thinking about getting some more and mashing them like potatoes. A little "I Can't Believe it's Not Butter" squirt butter (0 calories), salt and pepper and VOILA!!!!

You know I'll take a picture.

Traffic in Miami

Robin tells me all the time that I drive like an old lady. When we go to my mom's, I offer to drive and her response is always the same, "No. I'd like to get there today".

She wishes I drove like an old lady. On the way to work today (where I am right now, thank you), this old lady passed my at about 80 miles per hour in a 45 zone. I was in the fast lane, she came up to my right, glared at me, then sped off. Surprisingly, she did not shoot me a bird.

I detest Miami drivers. Especially Robin. Maybe I should clarify ~ I don't hate Robin. I hate the way she drives. That's no secret. I am an awful backseat driver, I know. But she's an awful driver. Period.

How sweet!

Maxx growled at me for so long this morning he made himself gag.

Spoooooookkkkkyyyyyyyyy

So far we've scared the neighbors on both sides and while we were in the Keys, a cop friend texted Robin and told her he thought someone was in out front yard and he almost pulled out his gun to shoot. Tee hee.

BTW, I'm thinking about hanging them in the guest room closet. Keep that in mind should you ever visit.

Not sure if you can see it, but there appears to be a little happy face on the bottom of the right corner. WTH? Is that a ghost?

Robin before coffee....

We're home from the Keys and had a great relaxing time. Highlights of the trip include Brady charging in to the neighbor's room while the maid was cleaning it. He found a bag of dog food and gobbled half of it down by the time I caught up to him. Then the night before we left he ran in to another room, with the people in it, and jumped on their bed and made himself at home. But I must say that the highlight of the trip was when we were in the car, I was driving, and a frog, out of nowhere, jumped on Robin's leg and she fa-reaked out!! It actually wasn't out of nowhere - we had bought a few plants from a nursery and evidently got a little more than we'd bargained for.

Mother of the Year

So I'm straightening up and getting things ready for the dogsitter when I realize that ROBIN HAS BEEN FEEDING HER DOG IN AN ASHTRAY!!!! OK, it's clean and not full of butts, butt still....

Maxx is my stepdog. We don't get along very well.

REVENGE!!

I see I haven't been here since 06/30/09. Yikes! I suppose it's no coincidence that that's right about the time that I discovered how much fun Facebooking can be. I've been called a motormouth before (ie: Robin AND Janice have paid me cash to not talk for x amount of time), so I guess there's enough room for Facebook AND my blog in my life. A lot of it will be redundant. And repetitive. And you'll see the same stuff over and over. And over again.

Anywho...Robin and I are working out of the house now. I go to my other office once or twice a week. As much as we love our house and these animals, we need to get away. Really really really wanted to go to NYC this fall. I look at the rates at the Milford Plaza every single day - literally, it's saved in my toolbar. Had I booked a room for the fall this past summer, I could have gotten an excellent rate. Too late now.

Yesterday at work (other office), I got a wild hair and suggested via email to Robin that we go to the Keys this weekend. Next thing I knew, she emailed me back saying we have a room at a pet friendly place. So we're leaving today and taking Brady. This is not a favortism thing (thank you very much Jennifer). Brady stays in a crate when we're not here and the thought of him being in a crate all day until Chris, our beloved dog sitter, gets here, just kills me.

So we're getting ready to go this morning and the dogs rioted and chewed up yet another dog bed. I'm used to it. No big deal. But after I swept up the very familiar foam and turned to get the dustpan, Little Baxter threw his sausage like self on the pile and refused to move!!!

I love that little shit!