Emerson: What are you doing to your head Mama?
Me: I’m styling my hair.
Selby: That’s weird. You almost never do that. And… is that a dress you’re wearing?
Me: Sort of; it’s more like a really long shirt. My work is having a Christmas party tonight so I want to look extra nice.
Emerson: You’re not going to…um… put on makeup are you?
Me: No, I don’t even own any makeup. Except lipstick I guess. Why?
Selby: So sayeth Canine revelations: “Verily I say unto you, when Mama does fancy things to her hair, and wears a dress, and paints makeup on her face, so shall be foretold the coming apocalypse.”
Emerson: So as long as you don’t put on makeup we should all be safe.
**Original post from December 13,2011
My daughter got braces on Wednesday. We knew this would be tough for her, even though she was looking forward to it, so the pets and I got together and made this cartoon for her: Continue reading →
Tuesday, my Mom and I did a 5K run/walk and Ian ran an entire 10K. I wrote a blog about it, but I also made this celebratory cartoon, because I’m super proud of us!
As you can probably surmise from this cartoon, my mom is much taller than I am. Also, +5 if you noticed I got a haircut since my last cartoon.
Lord Dormir: What are you doing on my bed, Emerson?
Emerson: It’s not your bed, it’s Mama’s bed. I’m up here because she feels icky and wanted to cuddle with me and Selby.
Lord Dormir: Don’t be ridiculous. Everything in this house is mine. *headbutt* Take that!
Emerson: Seriously, a head butt?
Lord Dormir: Yes. *headbutt*
Emerson: Really, cat, you do not want to go there.
Lord Dormir: Maybe I do. *headbutt*
Emerson: You asked for it. *NOSE-PUSH*
Lord Dormir: *backwards flip* Woah.
Emerson: Just be glad I didn’t use a headbutt. My head is bigger than you.
Lord Dormir: I suddenly need to leave the room on an urgent errand. This has nothing to do with you or your nose.
**Original post from December 4, 2011
Selby and Emerson: *spoon*
Me: Awww… *takes picture*
Emerson: Seriously Mama, do you HAVE to take our picture every time we cuddle? You’re like one of those puparazzi who take pictures of famous people all the time.
Me: I think you mean paparazzi.
Emerson: Whatever. Just calm down with the pictures already.
**Original post from December 1, 2011
Me: Ahhh it’s nice to be home in my own bed with all my furry friends in the same house.
Lord Dormir: Is it bedtime? Good. *pawpawpawpawpawpawpawpawpawpawpaw*
Me: Um, how long are going to do that? My belly is starting to get a little sore from the kneading.
Lord Dormir: You should’ve thought about that before you went to visit your family for 6 days. This belly hasn’t been properly kneaded in almost a week; obviously it is going to take a long time to get it back into shape. *pawpawpawpawpawpawpawpawpaw*
Me: Well, at least you don’t have claws.
Lord Dormir: You don’t have to tell ME that! It would be much faster if I did. *pawpawpawpawpawpawpaw*
Me: Er, and more painful as well.
Lord Dormir: Exactly. *pawpawpawpawpawpawpawpawpaw*
**Original post from November 29, 2011
Me: Ian’s teaching backgammon to Stephen & our nephew. Another niece & nephew are playing Wii. This is the perfect time to spend reading & cuddling with my dogs and cats. Right guys?
Emerson: *no reply*
Selby: *no reply*
Sir Oliver: *no reply*
Me: Oh that’s right, you’re at home with my friend and I’m in Owatonna. *sad face*
Lord Dormir: Serves you right for going on vacation without us.
Me: How are you doing that? You’re hundreds of miles away.
Lord Dormir: No distance is too far for a guilt trip to travel.
**Original post from November 26, 2011
Lord Dormir: What are you doing Kari?
Me: I’m playing Words with Friends on my phone.
Lord Dormir: That is unacceptable. You should be petting me. Give me your undivided attention or I will butt my head against your chin repeatedly until you relent.
Me: How about I pet you with one hand and play my game with the other?
Lord Dormir: I am a cat. I do not negotiate with humans. *buttbuttbuttbutt*
Me: *Sigh* You win.
Lord Dormir: Of course I do.
**Original post from November 21, 2011
Sir Oliver: Your arm. It looks cozy. I need to sleep on it now.
Me: Um. I need to pee.
Sir Oliver: A lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part. You’ll just have to hold it until I’m ready to move. *snore*
**Original post from November 19, 2011