Hungover.
Very sleepy. Too many drinks. No naps.
Why, you may ask, is the cat in the microwave? All will be explained in due time. Let’s just say it involves a boy, his mom, his sister, his brother, a cat, a microwave and revenge.
Triple Threat.
I’m going out of town for a few days, as I suppose most people will be since it’s a holiday in all, but the 3 of you who read this site religously may be down in the dumps with the lack of posting. Or you may do something with your free time. Read a book. Frolick among a field of flowers. Write a poem about the trees. Or just get completely wasted in order to escape the agony of another day without a crazy bananas post.
Today I spent my lunch at a park crawling with children out from their last day of school. Why? I was hanging out with my crew. Well, my four-year-old crew. So now I’m posting a picture of them.
Makes my heart melt.
Ode to Molly.
We’ll begin at the beginning.
This is the frog that Molly ate.
This is the cord to the lamp that Molly chewed through after she finished up with the frog.
This is the ONLY Harry Potter book I have in hardback, which Molly acosted on several occasions before ripping it to shreds.
This is the plant that Molly began to eat after we finally put the Harry Potter book to high for her to reach. Like I need any help killing the household plants!
This is the window that Molly jumped out of when she realized there was no chance of reaching the Harry Potter book, the lamp thing had been done, the frog was dead and plants didn’t fight back. How boring.
This is the screen that Molly broke through in order to run wild throughout the neighborhood (twice!) after she became bored by all the household chewing.
The terror alert level has been raised to high. Everyone please take shelter. And may the force be with you. Yes, I saw Star Wars this weekend. And yes, I rented all of the others afterwards to see if they all really connected. And Hayden Christenson is one hot hunk of man meat. And I’m allowed to say that because Trent wants to boink Natalie Portman. And Molly has a strange resemblence to Yoda. Except when she’s licking herself. I don’t think Yoda had that kind of flexability. Or desire to lick himself for that matter.
Another Night Lost.
I’ve officially now spent another evening uploading pictures. Although I did have a bottle of wine to help me out, so I guess it wasn’t that bad.
First up, graduation weekend on Flickr .
Seriously, these pictures made me succomb to the tanning demon. I look deathly for Christ’s sake!
Second, Cindy and Lee’s new home addition, along with some pics of Cindy in her garden and the new addition to the Penner/Peters Household. Notice how Cindy’s plants are still alive. Maybe I should pay more attention [see any entry mentioning my plants] to her gardening techniques.
Finally, Molly, who went to her first vet check-up today. She has tapeworm, but was a total sweetie and all the people at the clinic loved her! Yea! We’ll convince people all Rottweilers aren’t bastards yet!!!
Amused.
So, now that the stench of the golf tournament has worn off a bit, I’ve regained some of my sanity. I’m sure some of you are wondering if we were rained out. No. We were not rained out. It was a GORGEOUS DAY FOR GOLF. In all honesty, it wasn’t that bad. I only wiffed the ball 4 times and my partner let me drive the cart! And I drank at least 8 beers, which definetely helped my skills. Although now I am dehydrated and sunburned, I have to say, it was better than being at work. Except for a particular someone making me go into the bathroom with them. That was scary, and very, very strange. Trust me, you don’t want to know.
Notice how I have a beer in one hand, a confused look and no golf clubs? OK, maybe a putter, but you know I didn’t really use it.
Also, I’ve uploaded some pics of Molly to Flickr. But if you think Rotweiler’s are bad/evil/mean/dangerous or any of the above, don’t bother to look because I don’t care what you think. Or look and notice the sweetness of Molly and realize whatever you were thinking before was obviously wrong and hateful. Then send me $20. You’re welcome.
