There is much mirth in my day today as I realized this morning I'm leaving for a week's vacation in San Francisco this Sunday. Once when I went to SF, Sarah's boyfriend Sam taught me the opening chords to "Free Fallin'" by Mr. Tom Petty on his guitar. I don't remember how to play it anymore, but I still like Sam, and San Francisco.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
San Francisco Days
There is much mirth in my day today as I realized this morning I'm leaving for a week's vacation in San Francisco this Sunday. Once when I went to SF, Sarah's boyfriend Sam taught me the opening chords to "Free Fallin'" by Mr. Tom Petty on his guitar. I don't remember how to play it anymore, but I still like Sam, and San Francisco.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Someone Left My Puss Out In The Rain
Monday, October 29, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Lazy Sunday
As reported on other blogs, I was a little fuzzy this morning. This made me sad because Amber was visiting and I didn't get to spend extra time with her. Still, I watched her as she got ready - here she is in her Quinceria dress. She was going to be the belle of the ball at brunch.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Hints from the Happy Homemaker
Amber is at a Werewolf Bar Mitzvah today, where boys become men and men become wolves, so Zach and I are cleaning the apartment. We use this method we learned from the TV, from our friend Sue Ann Nivens.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Special Amber Visit
Today is a special day because Amber is visiting for the weekend. Sometimes when she visits we put on our very best outfits and go to the Museum.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
America's Next Top Pussy Cat
Tyler and I went to the Iams Pet Food Special Madison Square Garden Cat Show-a-Thon. We got a free toy for Zach (Mr. Pinkie), free snacks for Zach (Feline Greenies), and the heebie jeebies from the ladies in shimmery outfits who were touching the hairless and / or smush-face cats. Afterwards Tyler got a Corn Dog.
Birds of a Feather
Amber and I both like it when the little birds smoke cigarettes. Their tiny lungs fill up with smokey love.
Sometimes Amber and I do the same things, like blogging. Her blog is cool on account of all the ampersands.
Sometimes Amber and I do the same things, like blogging. Her blog is cool on account of all the ampersands.
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