Amanda: Well, I guess I better head out now. I have to work early tomorrow.
Me: Okay. Thanks for visiting!
Emerson & Selby: Ooo, you’re jingling keys. Keys mean The Car! Are we going somewhere? Let’s go let’s go LETSGO!
Emerson: Someone’s at the door! WOOFWOOF. WOOF.
Me: It’s my friend Amanda. Hi Amanda!
Selby: I remember Amanda! I like you Amanda! I WANT TO JUMP UP AND LICK YOUR FACE! But I’m not supposed to… Continue reading →
Me: *still wearing my coat after coming home from work* Hello, Sir Oliver! Good to see you.
Sir Oliver: Yes yes, hello etc. You humans always have to waste time with pleasantries don’t you?
Me: *watching The Muppet Show with the kids.*
Sir Oliver: =o.o=
Me: Can I help you with something?
Sir Oliver: Your sweater.
Me: Okay self, we have lots to do tonight. Laundry to wash, sort, and put away. Gifts to wrap. Kids to keep on task.
Myself: But I don’t want to do those things. I want to go to bed.
Bed: Yes, come to me. I am warm and cozy.
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
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