Wednesday, January 23, 2013

I don't need a vacuum cleaner anymore

I don't need a vacuum cleaner anymore. I have this now instead:

She is guaranteed to find and eat every last piece of lint, dirt, dust bunny or other filth.

And she's lightening fast! Just yesterday I removed a door stopper thingy and a nickel from her mouth, not to mention all of the above listed items.

You wouldn't think someone so sweet looking would be capable of such crimes, would you? Well, to be honest, she looks like this more of the time:

And that's our "Here Comes Trouble" face for the day!


Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The great thing about your husband spitting a wasp out of his mouth is that when your teenage son comes up with his customary grunt in response to your daily attempts at conversation, you get to say, "Well I have something to tell YOU for a change!"

Last weekend I leaned over to give The-Guy a kiss on the cheek to thank him for making me my second breakfast/first lunch. But before my lips could touch his face, I heard a splattering sound along with the sight of coffee landing on his plate, computer, and the table. I watched him paw through his coffee as I wondered what I had done to the poor guy. After all, I hadn't even kissed him yet.


It turns out that one of the wasps that frequents our home had met its ultimate demise in The-Guy's coffee. Luckily The-Guy came out un-stung. The great thing about your husband spitting a wasp out of his mouth is that when your teenage son comes up with his customary grunt in response to your daily attempts at conversation, you get to say, "Well I have something to tell YOU for a change!"

In household pet news, Nimue, or "That cat you never talk about" has been taking lessons from Sugar in order to figure out how to be a cat. Meanwhile Sugar continues to be convinced that he's actually a human. Here's Sugar teaching Nimue how to lounge on the steps:

Prior to observing Sugar carefully for several years not to mention making meticulous notes, Nimue would never have allowed a human to see him lounging on the steps (much less stuck around long enough for a picture).

Aside from that, everyone around here is either sick or just getting over being sick:

But just so we don't end on such a sorry note, here's a picture from before the misery hit:

Don't mind the drool and have a great week (or should I say "month" since I've been posting so infrequently?).