just came back from a walk along lake ontario. hadn't even finished parking the car when 'annie', the neighbour's dog appeared on the front porch. she is an older lady, but always ready for some milkbones and a good belly-scratch; she just can't get enough of it. she drapes one of her fore-paws over the 'scratcher's' arm - that is a very important part of the procedure -, she closes her eyes and her big teeth are barely visible. you'd think she is smiling. after having enjoyed the milkbones she trots happily back to her home. hbg.
I had to smile at hamburger's story.
There ain't nothin' like a good milkbone story.
having moved here to albaturkey after getting the new engine put in the Porsche and having a referral name for a Porsche mechanic and wanting the valves adjusted on the new engine, I drove down to see Deiter. Deiter comes out from his garage takes a look at my Porsche and says "Nope, I don't do 911's, I like 911's but the people that own them are way to weird, not worth my time to put up with them." Went to see Don, he will adjust the valves tomorrow.
well, i hadn't quite finished my entry, when the doorbell rang. mrs. h responded and told me to come quickly ... freda, a neighbour from across the street, came with her daughter's dog, alie, who also demanded a ransom. she isn't interested in any belly-scratch; she comes strictly for the milkbone. she can make quite a racket when the response isn't quick enough ! well, mrs h and i sure are smiling ! aren't dogs wonderful. hbg
What made me smile today? When I found out I have two days off....at least from my one job....can't win'em all!
I got a t-shirt that I bought at ebay. It is blue and yellow and says SWEDEN. It is way cool and I think my Swedish husband likes it! ;-)
I discovered that a foot-high pile of paper (25 documents or so) on my desk had already been entered into the system. All I needed to do was shred them, rather than spend two days processing them!
Ooh, mac, that is really good! I am still waiting for something like that. Maybe because I am working by myself...
I take the bus. Alot.
Yesterday, faced with a battery-less discman, and a lack of reading material, I was forced to converse with strangers. This is normally something I loathe. Not that I'm not bright, charming, personable, and easily engaged on a wide variety of subjects. Oh, no. I just hate most people.
Anyhoo, so I'm forced to talk to strangers. I start chatting with this woman named Stephanie, who is knitting a doggie sweater. I mention my friend's bichon, and she a) has no idea what a bichon is, and b) hates it when dogs wear clothes. Um, then are you knitting a doggie sweater, you crazy bitch?
Anyway, it turns out she is vaguely insane. She sells solar panels, wears an austere pony tail, and homeschools her daughter in what I can only assume is a display of complete depravity. Also, she repeats the same sentence twice too often for comfort, i.e. "Oh, that's nice. Oh, that's nice."
Anyway, the point: I say something funny and she says, "Oh, you're funny."
My response should have been a modest thank-you, I suppose, but noooooo. Instead, I say, "You have a gift for understatement, Stephanie."
She then gives me this awkward look. Did I make a boombie or something? Did I suddenly erupt in hives?
"That wasn't very nice," she says, "That wasn't very nice."
What? Does she have any idea what I said? This is going to get worse if I explain myself - it always does - but of course, being a douchebag about these matters, I must try.
I say: "All I meant was that I'm funnier than you said I was. That was a joke, though. See, funny?"
She literally scoffs. I get off the bus.
I need to go grocery shopping. I should probably pick up some toilet paper.
Farting and scaring the dog makes me smile.
He is indeed!
I had the kids today at my house. The little one pulled a curly blond wig off the bookshelf and we alls tarted playing with it. First I put it on the baby, then on silvi, then on me. Silvi liked it so much that she wore it, despite the itching, until her mother got here to pick her up. She kept saying she was a rock star. Heehee.
I'm smiling at the first signs of spring!
My little magnolia (which I planted 3 days ago) is producing it's first flower.
My rose bushes are growing their first leaves after their winter prune.
I can't stay out of the garden.
I've started walking again, after giving up in the cold weather.
Yesterday & today I've worn my trusty Birkenstocks for the first time since last summer.
Flatty was last seen doing flip flops in the morning sun.
OoooooooH, this is such a relief, so nice!
sozobe wrote:Oh, you're funny, ILZ.
You have a gift for understatement.
MsOlga - I'm happy for you! We're still in the throws of late summer.
Then I'm happy for you, too, littlek!
this years crop of hatch's chili's, fresh picked and roasted are at the co-op market now priced at $9.99 for 30 lbs.
Yeah, and if you bring home 30 lbs of Hatch chilies, you'll be eating them until your mouth erupts in flames. A little goes a loooonnngg way, cowboy.
