Monthly Archives: April 2013

On sloths

This is very sweet and does nothing to dispel my feeling that sloths are actually muppets.

http://www.wimp.com/slothcuddles/

Tyvek alien

My mother, Gramalene, came to visit today bearing gifts. Among them was this “small” tyvek suit. For when you need to crawl under a house. Or survive a nuclear attack. Or, apparently, clothe an alien.

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My head only came to the top of the torso, so, naturally, I found an extra head to put where a head should go.

If it seems odd to you that a retired Librarian would present her only child with a tyvek hazmat suit as a gift, you have not met my mother. Her hobby and passion is disaster preparedness. This is a woman who gave serious thought to building an armored, enclosed, anchored floating device for our cousins who were living at the time in a tsunami zone.

You should see my emergency drawer at work.

Do unto others

When in slavering beast country…

slaveringmama

“I want ur deck,” reprised

A while back, I mentioned that someone had written “I want ur deck” on the window of our station wagon in a scrawl that was somewhat difficult to read. We don’t have a deck, so I was really puzzled.

At the time, various people suggested that the word might have been “duck.” We have poultry, after all. It now seems that the word might actually have been “dick.” We think this on account of the four foot long image of male genitalia we found spray painted on the hood of the same car this morning. There’s another one sprawled across two side windows of our van.

What the heck, vandals? Did we drive through a cloud of pheromones?

The inspector is here

“Musta done something wrong. There’s an inspector going into the work site.”

Grandpa Vehicle and his friend have been over here, helping us trim (ha, what an understatement) the English laurel that is threatening to take over the city starting with our yard and adjacent sidewalk.

The inspector, Porch Cat, is a local freelance feline. A Cat at Large. We think he is “owned” by someone in the neighborhood, but he doesn’t let that stop him from doing what needs to be done.

catinspector

Yes, that’s a toilet.

This is what it is like to be me. (This view, I mean.)

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The YouTube portion of the evening

We have reached the YouTube portion of the evening, and I am trapped under a baby AND a cat as we view episode after episode of the Lasagna Cat Tributes to John Davis.

At least this one is of professional interest. That’s what I say to console myself. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPEV9X0vgts

Parenting Blogs

Phil: “Which end of the baby do you need? I mean which side do you want her on? I know which end of the baby you need for this procedure. Well… I’m not up on all the latest parenting blogs.”

The Diaper Changing Song

Thank you, Grandma Carla, for this video of The Diaper Change song.

 

Feline hypnotism

It’s amazing how you can look down and suddenly discover that you are covered in cats, but have no memory of their climbing onto you.